me.
"I'm not going to leave the house. I'm going to apply for some jobs online."
"Good. Listen, I've got to run. I'll be working all day and should be back later this afternoon. There's some cash in the ceramic cookie jar by the toaster if you decide to order food. You have my number, so call me if you need anything. I mean it, Billy. Call if you need anything."
It's then that I notice he changed before he came down here. He's in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt. He has black chucks on his feet and he’s holding his car keys.
"Sounds good. Have fun at work," I say, not realizing how that sounded. I basically just told him to have fun while screwing some random chick.
He laughs and pulls me into a tight hug. "I always do," he whispers into my ear before releasing me and walking away.
I watch him as he walks out the front door and then I finish my coffee. I look over at the clock and realize it's still pretty early. Should I start the job hunt? Shower?
I decide to bring the laptop to the living room and start looking for a job while watching some crappy morning television. I'm going to relax my shoulder today even though I'm not in any pain this morning. My injury must not be as bad as I thought. I'll relax and shower when I'm done. This way I'll be refreshed and smell clean for when Jared gets home.
Shit. I need to stop thinking about Jared.
I start at the Help Wanted ads that the local online newspaper has up on their website. A lot of the jobs seem like scams or something I would absolutely not be interested in. I find a few personal assistant positions so I apply for those. When I'm done there, I decide to check out Craigslist. It's a lot of the same thing I saw on the newspaper ads, but I still am able to find two legitimate jobs to apply for.
When I’m ready to call it a day it's not even lunchtime. I use the remote to see what's on TV, but nothing is of interest to me. I'm bored and I still have hours before Jared gets home. I hop back online and check my Facebook account. I have a message from Brock, but I delete it before I have a chance to read it. Facebook isn’t entertaining me so I let my mind focus back on Jared.
He was so incredibly sweet to me last night. I remember seeing the fear in his eyes when he saw me sitting in the ambulance with the sling draped over my shoulder. I remember him last night, bringing me up to his room and talking to me for hours. I remember his tan skin glistening under the moonlight coming from the open window. His tattoos moving with every shift of his muscles.
Then this morning I got to see all of him, and I mean all of him. I remember the urge I had, to go down on him and suck on his hard cock. I've never seen a piercing before Jared's. Honestly, I've only seen a few dicks before I saw Jared's this morning, but his was on a level of its own. I wanted to lick the metal bar coming out of the head of his cock, and hear him grunt in pleasure.
Jesus, I need to stop thinking about him.
Or...
I go to the search engine on my computer and type in Brandon Boner. Instantly images and porn websites pop up on my screen. I scroll down to see what's out there. There are websites, articles, and shops selling Brandon Boner merchandise. I click one website and see a slew of pornographic images of him and other women. There are even a few images of him at clubs with A-list celebrities.
I'm intrigued and I can't stop thinking about what my sister said. She's seen Jared have sex. Hell, she and my aunt have seen him have sex countless times, with many different women. I can’t stand the thought that they've seen more of Jared than I have. It’s this thought that has me clicking on Brandon's official website.
There's a message from Brandon on the home page along with login information. I need to have a subscription to go any further and a subscription cost money. I have very little money to my name and no job, but that doesn't stop me from pulling out my wallet and
"I'm not going to leave the house. I'm going to apply for some jobs online."
"Good. Listen, I've got to run. I'll be working all day and should be back later this afternoon. There's some cash in the ceramic cookie jar by the toaster if you decide to order food. You have my number, so call me if you need anything. I mean it, Billy. Call if you need anything."
It's then that I notice he changed before he came down here. He's in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt. He has black chucks on his feet and he’s holding his car keys.
"Sounds good. Have fun at work," I say, not realizing how that sounded. I basically just told him to have fun while screwing some random chick.
He laughs and pulls me into a tight hug. "I always do," he whispers into my ear before releasing me and walking away.
I watch him as he walks out the front door and then I finish my coffee. I look over at the clock and realize it's still pretty early. Should I start the job hunt? Shower?
I decide to bring the laptop to the living room and start looking for a job while watching some crappy morning television. I'm going to relax my shoulder today even though I'm not in any pain this morning. My injury must not be as bad as I thought. I'll relax and shower when I'm done. This way I'll be refreshed and smell clean for when Jared gets home.
Shit. I need to stop thinking about Jared.
I start at the Help Wanted ads that the local online newspaper has up on their website. A lot of the jobs seem like scams or something I would absolutely not be interested in. I find a few personal assistant positions so I apply for those. When I'm done there, I decide to check out Craigslist. It's a lot of the same thing I saw on the newspaper ads, but I still am able to find two legitimate jobs to apply for.
When I’m ready to call it a day it's not even lunchtime. I use the remote to see what's on TV, but nothing is of interest to me. I'm bored and I still have hours before Jared gets home. I hop back online and check my Facebook account. I have a message from Brock, but I delete it before I have a chance to read it. Facebook isn’t entertaining me so I let my mind focus back on Jared.
He was so incredibly sweet to me last night. I remember seeing the fear in his eyes when he saw me sitting in the ambulance with the sling draped over my shoulder. I remember him last night, bringing me up to his room and talking to me for hours. I remember his tan skin glistening under the moonlight coming from the open window. His tattoos moving with every shift of his muscles.
Then this morning I got to see all of him, and I mean all of him. I remember the urge I had, to go down on him and suck on his hard cock. I've never seen a piercing before Jared's. Honestly, I've only seen a few dicks before I saw Jared's this morning, but his was on a level of its own. I wanted to lick the metal bar coming out of the head of his cock, and hear him grunt in pleasure.
Jesus, I need to stop thinking about him.
Or...
I go to the search engine on my computer and type in Brandon Boner. Instantly images and porn websites pop up on my screen. I scroll down to see what's out there. There are websites, articles, and shops selling Brandon Boner merchandise. I click one website and see a slew of pornographic images of him and other women. There are even a few images of him at clubs with A-list celebrities.
I'm intrigued and I can't stop thinking about what my sister said. She's seen Jared have sex. Hell, she and my aunt have seen him have sex countless times, with many different women. I can’t stand the thought that they've seen more of Jared than I have. It’s this thought that has me clicking on Brandon's official website.
There's a message from Brandon on the home page along with login information. I need to have a subscription to go any further and a subscription cost money. I have very little money to my name and no job, but that doesn't stop me from pulling out my wallet and
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