Chapter 8

Standing, I…I…I wanted to move up to his beautiful face, unleash the semi-hard dick in my shorts, and push it between his lips. No one was around. Just the two of us. Hidden by woods, stones, and creatures of the wild. Cal could have blown me off right there and then, desiring me, making me huff and puff and…

That didn’t happen. Things like that never happened to me. Not with other guys. And certainly not with Cal. Instead, I was alone, a single man, and simply stood in front of him, watching his chest muscles move as he applied the barn red color to the mailbox, one gentle stroke after the next. Slow strokes. Careful strokes. Brightening the wood. Feeding it new life.

I had something else he could stroke, but, again, that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I simply watched him at work and recalled the list of things I knew about him:

Full Name: Calvin Richard Pipp.

Birthday: August 15. A Leo.

Residence: 249 Baste Street, Flat 3, downtown Templeton. One bedroom.