Chapter 3

Andy watched as Bailey hurriedly repacked his old suitcase. He still felt the paranoia inside of his mind and he wished he could shake it; another so called benefit of being of the privileged class. You never could tell who was a friend or a foe and as his father had warned him, even your friends were suspect, because they were just waiting for you to make a mistake, so they could capitalize. It was a dog eat dog world, his mother was fond of saying but he really didn’t fully accept that analysis.

Bailey “Uh, which side do you want, un, I mean, your choice”	He hated this feeling of being beholding to someone, it just wasn’t fair but he knew that Andy had him, he couldn’t manage to survive this place if it got out that he was queer, so what choice did he have?
Andy “I don’t care, take the side you want”	The shock of seeing the gay magazines had made his thoughts go back again, to the two townies he had met. He hated that word but God they were hot and he wondered if maybe they were lovers? He hadn’t thought about that before, which made him feel a bit sad.
Bailey “No, I mean, you should choose, really, I don’t care, I don’t want to…”	He was so desperate to make a good impression and here he was, snivelling like some kid who had just been caught stealing cookies by his big brother, why the fuck couldn’t he just be a man?
Andy “Christ, will you just choose a side already? I don’t fucking care which one I get, you were here first, so CHOOSE!”	The anger was on him before he even knew it, and he could see Bailey cringe as his harsh voice rang out in the room. It really wasn’t fair, he shouldn’t be such a prick, but the whining reminded him too much of his own actions back at home.
Bailey “Sorry, I, sorry, okay this side, I guess, I mean, you sure, I don’t…”	The cold steel in Andy’s voice made him quiver as he struggled to stop himself from crying. He should have gone to the community college, he would never fit in to this place, but he had gotten the scholarship, his parents would have wanted to know why he was rejecting it, how could he tell them that he felt so ashamed, so alone, because of who he was and where he came from? He just couldn’t do that to them.
Andy “Jesus man, look, I don’t care, okay? That the side you want? Great, I’ll take this one”	The idea of sharing a room had lost its appeal to him. He had drawn the short straw it seemed, as all this new kid could do was stare at the floor or be close to tears. Man, it fucking sucked as he threw his suitcase onto the bed. He didn’t even think that the cost of his expensive suitcase was more money than what Bailey had in his entire bank account, it just didn’t dawn on him that at this moment, he was acting exactly like the high classed jerks that he had despised all through his high school years.

Andy stood there, staring down at the contents of his suitcase, oblivious to the terror he had instilled in young Bailey. Had he even bothered to turn around, he would have seen the way Bailey’s shoulders were hunched over, the way he his back was shaking as he struggled to hold in check the tears that threatened to burst out. Maybe if he had, he would also have realized that he had a chance to make a friend, instead all he could do was stare at the expensive clothes, the designer jeans, shirts, and even underwear that filled his Gucci suitcase.

Part of him was still trying to accept that he would be spending the next 4 or 5 years here, that he would remain locked into a life where money was the criteria for friendship rather than merely a tool. He also was worried about how he was going to ever break away from the burden of being next in line to the Taylor fortune and business. All he really wanted to do was get his degree, experience life with people who weren’t weighed down by so called family obligations, but as he started to unpack, he knew that he just didn’t have the inner courage to go against the iron will of his Mother and Father.

He felt so alone, so isolated that he even the sounds of Bailey unpacking, of drawers closing, and didn’t seem to register with him. Part of him still held out some hope, but it was buried so deep inside that he doubted if he would ever emerge happy, that instead he would become just like his father, consumed by the need to impress others, to honour out dated values, or to uphold some stupid elitist crap that really was as phoney as a three dollar bill.

The anger was becoming a daily companion to his life and there was a small part of him that was struggling to battle the fears, the hatreds and disappointments that seemed to fill his waking thoughts. He had fought for the car and won, but not because he really was very much of a corvette fan, but because his father was so against it. It seemed all that he did lately was to fight against the wishes of his family and it had made him feel even more isolated than ever before.

Andy was so lost in his own thoughts that the sound of the sneering voice made him jump a little. He hadn’t heard the tall stranger walk in and he resented his casual and condescending voice as much as he hated the snivelling whines of Bailey earlier.

Grant “Hey, one of you freshies own that black vette in the parking lot out front?”

Grant James Waddington II was ticked off, some asshole had taken his reserved spot and he was on a mission to find the offending miscreant before it got out of hand. After all, he was the senior member of the student body, not in years but in family wealth, well until that Taylor kid showed up, but still, he was sure he could manage a suitable compromise with him so that his authority on campus wouldn’t be usurped or eroded too much.

Grant “HEY! I asked if any of you owns that black vette?”

Andy “Yeah, I do, what about it?”

Andy had finally found his voice, the surprise gone and was replaced once more by his anger. He really was off to a great start, breaking down, missing an opportunity to maybe explore a possible friendship with two hot guys, and then finding a snivelling closet case for a roommate, yep he really was off to a great start and now some snot nose was bitching about his car.

Grant “Well that spot is reserved, that is what about it, and as a sophomore here, you address me as ‘Sir’, first lesson of this place, respect your betters”

Andy “Oh really? Well, when I meet someone who is one of my betters, I’ll remember to say ‘sir’ until then, not a chance. And your so called spot has no reserved sign on it, or is that another unwritten rule of this place?”

Andy had spat the words out before even thinking. Here he was, off to a great start and now all he was doing was making it even worse. Fuck, why hadn’t he given in on the car and fought to go to a different school instead of this snotty hoity toity joint?

Grant turned a beet red as he stared into the defiant face of the freshman. He couldn’t believe the attitude and he was going to enjoy putting this one down, showing him that even if you had some money, you still respected those who were so obviously your betters. This was going to be fun, and all thoughts of losing his position as being the wealthiest offspring attending vanished as he glared back at the insolent face of the young blond.

Grant “ I can see it is going to be an interesting term, teaching you some manners will prove to be most entertaining, you really don’t know who you are dealing with, freshie”

Andy “Entertaining? Yes I suppose the likes of you would consider that entertaining, but really I don’t care who you are, and as for teaching me manners, will thanks but no thanks, I much prefer to learn from qualified people.”

Chris “Hey, do you know who you are back talking to? Man, you need to cool it”

Andy “Oh look, another country heard from. So who are you, this one’s herald?”

Chris “No, just someone trying to give you some friendly advice, this is Grant Waddington II, his family is one of the richest in this country, so you really should tone it down”

Andy “Oh? So, what, I am supposed to bow to his highness? I don’t think so”

Grant “Never mind Chris, this one obviously needs to be taught his manners the hard way, and just so we know who everyone is, this is Christopher Clark, and you, Mr. Smart mouth are?”

Andy “Not that it matters who I am, but for the record, the name is Andrew Taylor, so now that all the pleasantries are done with, why don’t you two just leave, I have some unpacking to do”

Grant “Shit. Taylor? Andrew Taylor, son of Michael Taylor?”

Andy “Yeah, that’s me, so?”

Grant “Well, why didn’t you say so? I mean… uh, you are that Taylor? Really?”

Andy could see the way Grant had turned white as a ghost when he had mentioned his name and his sidekick Chris had shrunk back a little, as if the name was poison. He felt a sort of giddiness, as he realized that this pompous snob really did believe in all the crap he had been spouting, and that finding out the person he was going to ‘teach manners to’ was the son of one of the richest people in America, he had frozen. You could see the horror in his face as he backed away, unsure how to recover and Andy felt a strange sense of power.

Andy “Mr. Taylor to you”

Grant “Of course, I am sorry, I didn’t know, really you should have said something earlier, please, I didn’t mean to come across so hard, if I had known who you were, well.”

Andy “I see, well now you know, so I guess the lessons in manner’s are no longer necessary?”

Grant “Naturally, I mean, of course they aren’t Mr. Taylor.”

Andy “And I suppose my car is fine where it is?”

Grant “Of course, please, consider that your permanent parking spot, I’ll be happy to make sure everyone knows, uh, I hope that maybe we can, well we did get off to a bad start, maybe you will consider letting me make it up to you by maybe showing you around campus later? It would be my pleasure.”

Andy “Yes, well not at the moment, I think I would much rather just unpack and then maybe take the night to explore the local surroundings, besides, my roommate here has already accepted my invitation to go out tonight to check out the local ambiance, isn’t that right Bailey?”

Bailey almost fell back onto his bed. The turn of events had frozen him in place and the sudden cast into the ring made him shake. He didn’t know what to do, as he was simply petrified by all that had gone on. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders but the scowl that was across that Grant fellows face made him shiver a little. He didn’t need to be in the middle of all this, besides, he really couldn’t afford to go out tonight, hell he couldn’t afford to do anything but stay in his room.

Grant “Well, maybe another time then Mr Taylor?”

Andy “Maybe, now, if you’ll excuse us?”

Grant “Of course, my apology again, well, come along Chris, we have to get our own unpacking done, another time Mr Taylor? You won’t forget?”

Andy “I won’t forget, believe me”

The adrenalin still seemed to be pumping through his body as he watched the two boys leave the room. He couldn’t believe the arrogance of that Grant fellow or the slimy presence of his sidekick. Mind you, Chris really didn’t look all that bad and the way he looked when he found out who he was, it was almost as if he was secretly enjoying Grant’s humiliation at his hands. There obviously was more there, and he felt that it most likely had something to do with their families. The lesser types, as his father referred to people with less income than him, were always hanging around to gain some favour, it was never anything else, and Andy wondered if that was the case with Chris and the Great Grant Waddington, the 2nd no less.

Andy “Well that was quite the welcoming committee, wasn’t it?”

Bailey “Huh? Oh yeah, I guess, uh… you really that Taylor?”

Andy “Yeah, and I guess being ‘that’ Taylor has some advantages.”

Bailey “Shit…”

Andy “What? Guess you must think I am a real prick huh?”

Bailey “No, no not at all, really, I uh, no I don’t think that”

Andy “Really? You should, look Bailey, right? I am sorry for being such an asshole earlier, I guess I was kind of just, well this is all new to me and I was kind of, well, doesn’t matter what I was or where I was, I shouldn’t have been such a prick to you, I am sorry, okay?”

Looking across the room at Bailey, Andy was struck at how frightened he looked. His face was drawn back, as if he had just seen a monster and he felt a small pang in his own heart, as he thought that maybe he was the monster that Bailey had seen. He really wasn’t a bad looking kid, and judging by his reading material, he certainly was maybe gay, which could be an opportunity for him too, if he would just get off his high horse.

Bailey stared at the concerned face in front of him. He could see into the eyes, and he realized that Andy was sincere, he wasn’t just playing him and the fear he had was still there, but was slowly being replaced by admiration. He had marvelled at the way his roommate had taken that Grant fellow down, and then he had actually apologized to him, him a nobody, not some son of some high financier, or big corporate mogul, and the richest kid in school had apologized to him.

Bailey “I shouldn’t have tried to break your neck first thing, I should apologize…”

Andy “Haha, look let’s not get into that again, I really shouldn’t have been such a jerk, so, you going to forgive me? After all, we are going to be roommates, and who knows, maybe we have other things in common?”

Bailey wasn’t sure what that meant, it kind of made him look away from the blue eyes, and he felt the lump growing too as he realized just how hot Andy looked. He still felt nervous, unsure of himself and he knew that his lack of courage was going to be a problem, yet something in Andy’s voice made him look back up.

Bailey “I don’t know what, but yeah, I really am sorry about that, I just, well, this is so new to me, it scares the hell out of me”

Andy “Yeah, I guess a place like this can really be daunting, where you from Bay? Okay to call you that? Bay, I mean.”

Bailey “Yeah sure, my parents call me that sometimes, uh, from a small town in Indiana, near Terre Haute actually, not much, just a typical small town.”

Andy “Cool, guess everyone knows everyone there huh? Wish I had come from that type of place; maybe I wouldn’t be so edgy all the time, so, going to come and check out our new home this evening? Maybe we’ll grab a coffee or something? How about it?”

Bailey “You serious? I am sorry, uh, I would like to, but, well, to be honest, I don’t think I should.”

Andy “Why not? You aren’t still mad at me are you? I mean, really, I am sorry for being a jerk earlier and…”

Bailey “Oh God no, please, it isn’t that it is just, well I should get a head start on stuff here, I mean, I need to get a whole bunch of stuff done…”

Andy saw the way Bailey hung his head as he spoke, as he looked everywhere but at him and he couldn’t understand it. If they guy was serious, and wasn’t mad then what was his problem? Did he dislike him because he was rich? Could he be afraid that he would be made to look bad or something? He just didn’t get it and he could feel himself growing angry, not sure why he should feel this way but after all, he was trying to make amends for his actions, didn’t that count?

He took one more look at Bailey, and he stared at the young man, and he saw how he was fidgeting, his hands twisting and turning as if unsure of how to act, the way he was crossing his legs and then he recognized it, the look and actions were the same that Jesse and Kip had shown earlier, when he had offered to go to breakfast with them. They were embarrassed because they didn’t have the money to join him, and he realized that Bailey was in the same position.

Andy “Come on, classes don’t start for another 10 days, you can spare one night to join your roommate and check out the local town, besides, its my treat, so how about it?”

Bailey “Well, I guess, uh, I know this sounds stupid, and I don’t want you to think it is because of anything that happened, but really, I can’t go out, I mean, shit, I am sorry, please, can’t we just pass on this?”

Andy “Well, yeah I guess so, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, just thought, well that maybe we could be friends as well as roommates, that’s all”

Bailey “Fuck, I want that too but, well, I can’t go because I can’t afford it, okay? There, I said it, I don’t have a rich family like everyone here, I don’t even know how I am going to afford the weekends never mind go out for coffee and stuff with you tonight, so there, I am sorry, guess I am not in your league”

Bailey could feel the tightness around his chest as he turned away from Andy. He couldn’t stand to look at the young blond anymore. It was pure torment for him as he could feel himself falling for him, feel the desire building up in him and he knew it was stupid, to think for a second that someone as rich as Andy Taylor would even consider letting someone like him be a friend, let alone something more. He knew it was hopeless, but he did dream, and maybe that was his problem, he didn’t keep his dreaming to when he was asleep.

Andy was feeling frustrated. It wasn’t something he was used to, rejection due to his money. Mostly people fawned over him because of it, not turned away. It also bugged him, because he liked Bailey, least the way he looked and it was refreshing to have someone who maybe he could talk to about things, well like stuff about wanting a guy instead of a girl. Obviously, Bailey was having those feelings; otherwise, he wouldn’t have those gay magazines hidden behind his clothes.

For the first time Andy glanced around and took the young boy and the surrounding room into account and he realized exactly what Bailey had meant when he said he wasn’t able to afford much. His closet only held a few shirts and pants; barely enough to even make it look like that part of the room was inhabited.

Andy “Do I really come across as being that much of a shit?”

Bailey stared at Andy’s face and he felt himself shaking. He was sure he could see small tears on the corner’s of Andy’s eyes and the soft voice seemed to radiate sadness and sorrow, which was something he hadn’t expected. It was like Andy really was unhappy that Bailey wouldn’t go out with him later on.

Bailey “It isn’t that, God, I screw things up so much, I knew I shouldn’t have accepted the scholarship, I knew it”

Andy “Why? Because you aren’t some rich slob’s kid? If you got a scholarship it is because you have the brains, shouldn’t that count?”

Bailey “Funny, that’s what my mother said, which I guess is why I let her and dad convince me, but don’t you see how out of place I am here? I mean, not just the money thing, but, well there are other reasons”

Andy “Yeah? Well okay I know one of the other so called reasons, but you don’t have to worry about that, honest, even if you don’t want us to be friends, that is something just between us, so…”

Bailey “Thanks, but it isn’t just that, I mean how can I be friends with you? Or anyone else here? I mean you guys can go wherever you want, go for double latte’s or whatever, and I can’t even afford to buy a regular cup of coffee. How can I fit in with that?”

Andy “Okay, who says you have to fit in that way? Shit man, I don’t care if we go for coffee or just ride thru town, I just thought we could get to know each other over a coffee, cold can of pop is just as good.”

Bailey “It isn’t just that, I mean if we do, what happens when you want to go somewhere and I can’t because I can’t afford it? What kind of friend can I be if I am always begging off because I can’t afford it?”

Andy “So, I’ll pay, its no big deal to me”

Bailey “Sure, you can pay for me, and what do I do in return? What kind of friend would I be if you are always picking up the tab, I mean, if you are always stuck paying, you might think I am just hanging with you for the money, and then what? Can’t you see, we come from two worlds, shit I mean look at your clothes, I bet any one of those shirts costs more than everything I have…”

Andy “Let me see, you don’t think we can be friends because I have money and you don’t, that’s whacked man, I mean, that is no different than that asshole Waddington’s crap, that only those with money deserve respect.”

Bailey “Maybe it is, but I mean look around you, you can do so much more, I mean, I can’t even be a study partner with anyone because I have to use the computer in the library and yet everyone here has at least one computer if not two, so how can I fit in? How can I be friends with you and sit in here and help you study and then run to the library to use the computer there?”

Andy “so use mine, I have two like you say, a laptop and a desk top, besides, aren’t friends supposed to share?”

Bailey “and what is it that I can share with you?”

Andy “Your friendship?”

Bailey didn’t know how to answer that one. He was confused as he stood up and started to pace around the room, trying to do everything but look at Andy or answer him. Why was this rich kid so insistent on them being friends? Was he maybe setting him up for some joke where he would out him later to his high classed friends? Why was he so hot looking too, damn it was too much for him, he could feel part of him wanting to accept, and yet his mind kept telling him how different they were, how it could never work out, not as friends, not as roommates, and sure as hell not as anything like his fantasies had dreamed of.

Bailey “You going to be some big shot politician?”

Andy “Shit, am I that much of an asshole?”

Bailey “Huh? No, why, what does that have to do with being a politician?”

Andy “Fuck, all they do is kiss up to creeps who can get them elected and screw those who they should be helping”

Bailey “You don’t think much of politicians”

Andy “And you do? No, I guess I don’t but that’s cause I have seen too many of them up close, the way the suck hole up to my old man, not because he is nice or anything, just for his money and in return, fuck they’d kick their own mother down a flight of stairs if it meant a healthy contribution to the old war chest, so yeah, I don’t have high regard for them”

Bailey “So you could be different”

Andy “Right, How’s that?”

Bailey “Well, you already have the money, so you don’t have to kiss up to any creep and you don’t have to screw the public to keep the creeps happy, that’s how.”

He looked into Bailey’s face, deep down into his brown eyes and he could sense the sincerity that Bailey had. This wasn’t a con job, he actually believed in what he was saying. Somehow, this 5 foot 11 inch boy from near Terre Haute Indiana believed that people could do good, that being a politician wasn’t a scam or con job. Andy shook his head in disbelief because he was too jaded by the facts, by all he had seen in the backyard of their summer home or in the large ballroom of their main residence. No, Bailey was refreshing but naïve.

The more he listened to Bailey, the more he started to think about Bailey as more than just a roommate. He could feel the way his movements made him watch, made him follow him as he paced the room and what had irritated him earlier now attracted him. There was something about Bailey that was intriguing to Andy, something that was starting to make him want him as not just a friend, but as someone closer and he struggled to keep those thoughts buried, afraid of the risks and the potential consequences.

Bailey “You really mean that don’t you? About just wanting my friendship?”

Andy “Yeah, I do Bailey, so how about it? Shall we be friends?”

Bailey stopped his pacing and turned to finally face Andy. There was no doubt that he was an attractive young man, he had the looks for sure but it was more than that. There was something deeper that somehow seemed to be reaching out for him and he had no idea why. He felt a bit frightened, not sure if he could trust in his own feelings, but then again, Andy hadn’t freaked when he spied the gay magazines, and he did apologize too, so maybe he should accept his offer, after all it was his heart’s desire to be someone’s friend.

Bailey “I still think that you are getting the worse of the deal, but, well, I can give it a try if you really want me to?”

Andy “Yeah, I do Bay, I mean this is all new to me too, and well, we have to share this place for a few years, would be a lot easier if we are friends, so, yeah I do want this, so, you going to accept my offer to check this burg out tonight? My treat and no arguments either, besides I found this great place for coffee, real coffee, so how about it? You game?”

Bailey “Okay, you win, and you know, you keep that up and I am certain you will become a politician, you know how to convince people”

Andy “Well, I don’t know about that, I sure as hell can’t convince my folks about much, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure”

Bailey “I am glad that is one argument you lost then”

Andy was startled by that comment and as he looked into Bailey’s brown eyes, he could see the embarrassment as well. It was like Bailey had let something slip, something that was on his mind but that he was hiding, and yet for a second, his thoughts had come through. Andy felt a strange sense of excitement, and he started to wonder more about his roommate, wondering if he slept nude or what he would feel like resting next to him and he realized that he was slowly becoming aroused again. He felt his own embarrassment and turned away to finish unpacking, afraid to voice any more comments, afraid that his own secret desires would spill out just as Bailey’s had earlier.

Jesse turned the shower off and leaned back against the wet metal of the shower wall. He just stood there, unsure of what to do next. The hot water had felt good and the wild jerk off felt even better as he stared at the spot on the shower where his load had exploded. He reached out with one hand to run it down the now cleaned wall, wondering if his thoughts would once more get him into trouble. He shivered a little as his other hand automatically reached down to the scar where the bullet has passed thru.

It was strange really, because normally touching the angry red scar made him twinge a bit, sort of like it still hurt and the doctor had said that it would take almost a year before that feeling would pass. He explained that scar tissue was forming underneath, hence the occasional twinge of pain but Jesse thought it was maybe a reminder to him from on high.

Tossing his mop of wet blond hair off to the side, he grabbed the towel and began to vigorously dry his small body. He rubbed the wet skin until it glowed pink and then he wrapped a second towel around his middle, wondering if Kip was asleep yet or if he was maybe waiting for him to come out. God, that would be a dream come true but as he began to rub his hair with another towel, he knew it was an empty dream, one that would never happen.

He had no illusions left about his own life, that it was doomed to be spent wandering around, accomplishing not much and he felt a pang of anger at that acceptance, something inside of him arguing that it didn’t have to be that way, but then the angry words of his father echoed again in his head and he narrowed his eyes, seeing the man spitting fire at him and telling him that he was no longer welcome at the family home.

A small tear ran down his cheek and with a swift flash of anger, he wiped away the offending drop. So much for coming home, he thought, as he ran his fingers through his long semi dry hair. Making sure that it didn’t tangle and wishing he had a brush, but that had long since disappeared. Taking stock of his worldly possessions, he realized just how much of a bum he had become in such a short time. He stared at the chrome handled brush that was Kip’s and for a second he wondered if he could use it and he even brought it up, clenched in his hand.

He stared at it, seeing a few small hairs of Kip intertwined among the bristles and for a second he felt his groin once more stirring, his heart once more dreaming of having something other than a nomadic existence or a lonely future. Looking at the brush he realized that even Kip was better off than he was, after all he had a family and a job and while he may not have much social life, at least he had purpose to his life, what purpose did he have?

Jesse shook off his melancholy mood as best he could and stepped out to go into the small bedroom. Part of him was hoping that Kip would be awake, the other part praying he wasn’t, because his erection would be obvious and he just didn’t think he had the strength to explain it at that particular moment. He felt like he was being a coward, but then at least he’d have a place to stay and clean clothes, and that maybe was more important than whether he got off or not.

Walking in he found Kip’s back towards him and he stopped for a few minutes to just gaze down at the lanky frame stretched out on the bed. He was off to the far side but he saw his firm buttocks, the long muscular legs, and the firm back. God, he would love to just drop his towel and crawl up and lean next to that body, and he felt the jerk in the towel, knowing his dick felt that way as well. He sighed knowing that he really wasn’t interested in getting his ass kicked either so he looked around, to see about getting some clothes on.

Looking up at the shelf, he noticed that Kip only had a few pair of boxer’s up there and two pair of jeans. He stared back over to the laundry pile and it dawned on him that Kip really didn’t have much more in the way of clothes than he did. Judging by the condition of the clothes, he realized that Kip really was stretched thin, and to offer to share what he had took on a completely new sense of importance to Jesse. Here he was trying to figure out how to get into the guy’s pants when he was willing to put a roof over his head, food in his stomach and even loan him his clothes of which he had very little of.

He shook his head as he pulled down a pair of faded jeans and looking over at Kip, he wondered a little at why he had been so quick to offer him a place to crash. It really didn’t make much sense unless Kip was just that type, yet his memories of him weren’t that way. Kip had always been a loner; he never really seemed interested in being with others or in hanging with others, as if he was afraid of them or something.

Pulling the jeans up his short body, he reached down to stuff his still hard cock down and pushed it to one side, his eyes just looking out at Kip’s prone body. The sight of Kip stretched out was intoxicating but his mind was still questioning, wondering why the show of kindness and for a brief instant he thought that maybe, just maybe Kip was interested in him the way he was interested in Kip, but he quickly shunted that thought aside, afraid of where it would lead him. He needed time to recover, to get his own bearings and this was a chance for him, one he desperately needed.

Climbing onto the bed, careful not to shake it too much, Jesse once more let his thoughts turn to fanciful dreams. He wished he had the guts to just reach out and snuggle close, to let his arm flop across Kip’s muscular shoulder and then cross his chest. He wished he could just rest his own head against Kip’s neck, letting his own long hair nestle with Kip’s dirty blond strands.

Staring at him, he wondered if Kip really was asleep, his movements seemed so wooden, so still, that for a second or two Jesse thought that maybe he wasn’t sleeping, that maybe he was indeed waiting for Jesse to make the first move, but caution took hold and he turned away, scared that he would endanger what peace he had. He closed his eyes to let his body sleep, his mind thinking of how he wished it would be, with Kip’s arms wrapping around him every night, with his body nestled firmly into Kips, that was what he wanted, what he thought he needed.

An image of a tall young blond running through a field of tall wheat was etched in his mind as he lay there. He could see the white flesh flashing in the midday’s sunshine and he could hear the laughter coming from the tall boy as he ran through the wheat, his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze and all that time, his deep blue eyes were shining and taunting him on.

The soft tones of the 6 foot 1 inch tall boy echoed inside of his head and he felt his own face growing warm, as he smiled at the young boy who danced around him. He was there, in the middle lying on a bed of crushed stalks of wheat, the softness making his own naked body quiver a little as the tall blond danced around. The sun was beaming down on him and kept him warm as he watched the wild gyrations and all he could do was smile. He felt like he was in a garden of Eden, the fresh smell of flowers gently crossing his nostrils with each breath of the warm breeze and yet there was more to the scent, a new odour that would excite him each time he breathed it in.

For a few minutes he didn’t have any idea what that scent was and then he stared out at the blond, who had stopped dancing, who now was slowly walking towards him, his one hand filled with a bunch of wild flowers and stalks of wheat, his other gently rubbing his chest as he stared at his destination, which was where he, Jesse, was lying. He could feel the excitement rising in his chest, the way his heart began to beat loudly as his mind identified that hidden scent.

His mile grew wider and he sighed deeply, drinking in more of the fresh aroma that he now knew to be Kip. It was his scent, his smell that was making his body ache as he laid there, and it was his own desire that was making his body quiver in excitement as he watched Kip walking straight for him, the flowers in one hand and the other enticing him even more as it slowly circled the most perfect chest he had ever laid eyes on. He could see the sparks flying from the deep blue eyes, and he realized they were aimed at him and he found his own hand playing with the firm tip of his nipple.

The closer Kip came to him, the slower his hand moved, the more he licked his lips, and he could feel his pulse beginning to race faster with each step that Kip took towards him. God, he had to be dreaming, he couldn’t be so blessed as to actually be resting in a field nude with Kip coming to claim him, as if he was his prize and yet it was true, there he was, almost standing over him and he could feel the eyes boring down onto him. He could feel them pierce his heart with a passion that he had never experienced before and he knew his cock was already oozing a steady stream of pre cum.

The vision of a naked Kip standing over him was almost too much. HE could hear himself groaning as he saw the thin red lips starting to move. Jesse just stared at them, marvelling at how sensual they looked and hoping that soon those lips would be in reach of his own mouth. He could feel the desire rising in his body, willing him to reach up and take hold of the tall young man and bring him down, so he would rest on the ground, on top of his own nude body, to cover it with his own lanky frame and let them experience the joy of being together. It all was so real and he felt his hands moving up as he heard Kip’s voice calling to him, urging him on.

Jesse “Yes, God yes Kip, Please”

Kip “Jess, Come on Jess, wake up man, JESS!”

The image quickly dissolved and Jesse blinked hard, suddenly feeling lost in a raging storm. His heart ached, unfulfilled and it felt like his heart was suddenly being ripped apart as the harsh sounds of a strident voice broke through the heavy roar that was filling his ears. He blinked again and suddenly knew that it had been a dream, that it hadn’t been real and the voice he heard was Kip’s. He struggled into wakefulness as he stared into the quizzical face of the object of his dream.

Jesse “Shit, sorry, uh, what is it?”

Kip was leaning up on one elbow, his whole body turned to stare at Jesse and he was feeling like his whole body was on fire. The moans that had been coming from behind him had made him turn and he had laid there for several minutes, watching as Jesse tossed around on the bed, and then he felt his own body starting to shake as he watched Jesse reaching for his groin, his hand pushing past the pant buttons and the zipper surrendering to the pressure and in an instant, Kip stared at the hard thick cock that was so suddenly exposed.

He couldn’t believe it and found himself licking at his lips, wishing he could summon up the nerve to reach out and join with Jesse and help him as he started to stroke that 7-½ inch throbbing weapon. His eyes bulged out as he listened to Jesse moaning, and he wondered if maybe this was a test, if Jesse was really asleep or was he teasing him, like had happened back in high school? Was this just another childish trick to see if the tall geeky kid was a fag or not, or was Jesse just having himself a damn good dream?

Kip “Hate to uh interrupt your dream, but uh, well it is time for me to head over to my mom’s place, uh, if you want to stay here and, uh, well…”

Jesse was still half asleep but the wide eyed stare of Kip and his words hit home like a thunderclap. Suddenly he realized that his one hand was down at his groin, and that it was wrapped around his throbbing cock and he stared down, seeing what he had felt, and panic gripped at his heart as his mind raced with all sorts of painful images. He prayed silently that Kip didn’t have a gun or anything and he began to sweat badly, his hand felt like it had suddenly been thrust into a burning cauldron of hot oil and he pulled back, embarrassment written all over his terrified face.

Jesse “shit, uh, fuck, I don’t, I mean…”

Kip “Hey no big deal, man you are freaked, I am sorry Jesse, I didn’t mean to freak you out, but, I thought, fuck, I am sorry, I just…”

Jesse “Huh? No, no its okay Kip, shit, I guess I am still half asleep, sorry man”

Jesse quickly pushed his dick down the side of the pants and brought his other hand to help him zip up and cover up the offending sex organ. Christ, he had blown it, and now Kip was freaking and he was shaking, but he hadn’t crossed the line, at least he didn’t think he had.

Kip “Sorry Jesse, really I am sorry…”

That was it; he knew it by the soft pained tones of Kip that he had crossed the line. Somehow, in his sleep, he must have crossed it and now he was back out in the cold. FUCK, why couldn’t he learn control, or better, why couldn’t he lose control with someone who would understand, it just wasn’t fair. He could feel the tears welling up but he struggled to hold them back. Bad enough to have crossed the line and been caught, worse to show how much it effected him.

Jesse “It’s okay, I understand, I’ll be out of here in a second or two, uh, I’ll just grab my stuff and change in the bathroom, okay? I am sorry…”

Kip “What the fuck are you talking about? Shit man, I think you are still sleeping”

Jesse “Huh? Uh, I thought, well that you were grossed out, I mean…”

Kip “Fuck no, shit I’ve seen guys pulling their dick before man, I just didn’t want to climb over you while you were doing it, you might uh, well uh, you might have gotten the wrong idea, so I decided to wake you, I am sorry, really…”

Jesse “You aren’t freaked? I mean, it has to be kind of…”

Kip “I said no, I guess maybe I freaked you, I mean, …well what was that all about anyway? Why did you think I was tossing you out?”

Jesse “Uh, shit, I don’t know, guess I was still sleeping, uh how would I get the wrong idea, oh, I see, I think that I do, man ain’t we a pair?”

The idea of being a pair, of just being a part of his life was making him sweat and the whole episode was starting to make his body ache in a way he hadn’t felt before.	Kip “Yeah, uh I guess, sorry if I freaked you out, really, I guess some of the shit from high school still, well you know, hate to give the wrong impression”
The sudden mention of high school brought back some of the earlier memories of Kip, and how some of the guys had thought he was a fag back then, but he had showed them by landing the hottest cheerleader for the junior spring dance and she sure had mouthed off about how horny Kip had been, so that had ended that speculation, but now, well he wondered, had all that simply been an act?	Jesse “Yeah I remember, some of they guys sure were jerks back then, I really try to forget about that time, guess it is kind of hard at times, stuff stays with you”
God he couldn’t believe he had said that and now he could see it in Jesse’s eyes, he had remembered it all, and all because he had a big mouth.	Kip “Yeah, guess so, but its water under the bridge, so, uh, you still want to come along with me?”
He was feeling totally confused, part of him was thinking that maybe his dream could happen, another part of him was feeling like maybe he was treading on dangerous turf, that maybe after all those years of being taunted in high school had made Kip want revenge, and maybe he was to become the target, after all, he had given him enough evidence to have his life made miserable if Kip wanted to.	Jesse “Sure, if its okay, I mean uh, well yeah sure.”

Jesse had been surprised at how warm a reception he got from Kip’s mom and for a few minutes he didn’t realize how much pain she had to be in. He saw how her one hand was all shrivelled up and every few seconds he could see her face stretch as a flash of pain darted through her body. The girls had been quiet when Kip had introduced him but his little brother Bobby was like a fireball, asking a whole slew of questions until one of the girls, Beth he thought, had shooed him away.

She had shown him to the laundry room and had watched as he started to put the clothes in, a small smile across her face as if she was trying to undress him, and he felt rather embarrassed by the attention she was showing. Kip had finally come to drag her away and he realized just how much responsibility had fallen on Kip. It really was something, the way they had all thrown their arms around him and hugged him tight, as if he was the father and not their 19-year-old big brother.

You could see the family traits in them all, and the way his mother was so calm and reserved. She had accepted his presence graciously, and even tried to get up, but he could tell that she just couldn’t, from the pain that was obviously her constant companion. He had felt a bit self-conscious walking in, wearing a pair of Kip’s jeans, rolled up so he wouldn’t trip and yet no one seemed to mind.

The two girls, both of them 15, seemed to be turning into some pretty good looking young women, and they gushed over big brother, and yet were always polite, both of them keeping a close eye on the stranger that had come with their big brother. At first, he thought they were just not used to strangers, and then he realized that they were checking him out. It really was flattering, or so he thought as he listened to the old washing machine chugging away. He was waiting for the rinse cycle, so he could put in the fabric softener, as Beth who seemed to always be finding a reason to visit him in the laundry room had instructed him.

He had listened as Kip had talked to his mother and he felt rather sad too, as he could tell that she was feeling guilty for all that Kip had to handle. She was telling him about the social worker’s recent visit, and where the bills were and he could feel the pain in her voice. It really was different than his home, where his mother rarely spoke, and only to answer his father, the big shot banker who rode roughshod over everyone.

Part of him felt a bit guilty as he listened in to the two girls talking over the coming school year with Kip. They were explaining what they needed, and he could tell by their voices that they were trying to not ask for much, and yet they were 15, and he could hear Kip’s voice, explaining that he could find what they needed. He was almost insistent with them about going shopping for new clothes next weekend, and he felt amazed at how Kip was such a different person while there.

He had thought of Kip as being a bit of a loner, a rather soft spoken person who rarely ventured out anywhere, who always seemed to avoid things that might lead to conflict and yet here, at home, he was totally assertive, making decisions in a flash, refusing to compromise on certain things, and as he listened and snatched the occasional glance, he felt a deep respect and desire growing deep inside of him for Kip. He had thought he was hot before, but that had been physical, now it was being replaced by something much more intense and he could feel the pangs of fear as he realized he was falling in love with Kip.

Bobby “My sisters think you are cute”

Jesse “Huh? Oh, hi there, they do huh? Well between you and me, I think they are pretty hot themselves”

Bobby “Really? You like girls?”

Jesse “Sure, don’t you?”

Bobby “Yeah, but how come you do?”

Jesse “Well, I don’t know, doesn’t everyone?”

Bobby “No, least that’s what Derek says, he say all you dancers out there are queers, that you all like each other”

Jesse “Uh, I don’t follow you slugger, who is Derek, and who are all us dancers?”

Bobby “You and Kip, he said you helped him at work, so you must be one of the dancers too, like him “

Josie “Bobby, what are you doing, uh, sorry, uh, come on Bobby, you leave our guest alone, don’t pay him no mind he’s had a rough day, come on”

Bobby “Leave me alone, I didn’t say anything… besides, he likes girls, how come he likes girls and Kip…”

Josie “SHUT UP BOBBY! …Uh sorry Jesse, he’s a bit overactive this time of day, come on Bobby”

Both Josie and Beth left him pretty much alone after that, with only the occasional glance inwards. It was almost as if they wanted to talk to him but were afraid. Jesse was still trying to make some sense out of it all when it was time to head off, Kip had to get to work and Jesse was going to tag along, and as they left, he could feel the two pair of eyes on his back. He turned to see both Beth and Josie watching him, fear in their eyes, and he didn’t understand it. Why were they so afraid all of a sudden, and why him?

The walk to the garage was ending and so far, it had been spent in silence. Kip seemed to be rather withdrawn which unnerved Jesse a little. Had he done something wrong while at Kip’s mom’s house? Maybe he shouldn’t have commented on how cute his sister’s looked or did he do something else? Jesse racked his brains as he walked silently beside Kip, seeing Kip occasionally glance at him from under his eyelashes, and he felt torn. Part of him was pleased that Kip was trying to look at him, the other part was nervous, wondering if there was something dark ahead that he needed to be careful about?

The flashing neon sign of the garage loomed up and they were just about there when Kip suddenly stopped and leaned up against a telephone pole. His eyes were downcast, looking at the dirt track that passed for a sidewalk and he lowered his laundry bag to the ground, shuffling his feet.

Jesse waited, standing perfectly still, unsure of what was about to happen. Whatever it was, he didn’t think it was anything good and he felt the pain around his heart, as he searched his memory for anything he may have said or done that would have pissed Kip off.

Kip “Uh, Jess, I guess that, uh, well maybe we should talk”

Jesse “Okay, if you want, what’s up?”

Kip “Uh, this isn’t easy for me, I mean, I am not really good with explanations or such…”

Jesse “Okay, neither am I, but uh, what is it? Did I do something wrong back at your mom’s?”

Kip “Huh? Oh no, not at all, everyone thought you were really nice, the girls thought you were pretty hot, uh, I mean good looking, uh, it is just, that, well shit, Bobby was kind of zoned out, uh, it seems like he had been teased a bit, and…”

Jesse “I know that feeling, been there a few times myself, hey no sweat man, I mean he is just a kid, he didn’t bother me, if that is what this about?”

The unease was too much and just as Kip seemed ready to speak, the sound of a horn blaring and racing noise of a high performance engine intruded. They both turned to see a black corvette come streaking up the road and slide over to the shoulder to rumble quietly besides them. The two occupants looked happy and they recognized the driver as being Andy from earlier in the morning.

Andy “Hey, fancy meeting you guys, hey, this is my roommate Bailey, Bailey that tall one there is the ace mechanic Kip and the other one is Jesse, I got that right didn’t I?”

Kip “Uh yeah you did, nice to meet you Bailey”

Jesse “Hi Bailey”

Bailey “Hi, Andy told me how you guys helped him this morning, nice to meet you both”

Andy “So you heading up to work?”

Kip “Huh? Oh yeah, almost time for my shift”

Andy “How about a lift? Think you two can squeeze in? I need to fill up anyway, might as well give my friends the business”

Kip “Thanks, uh, well, sure I guess we can, but I mean its only a block or so”

Andy “So, hop in guys, before I run out of gas, haha”

Kip stared at Andy for a second then glanced at Jesse. Jesse wasn’t sure what the look meant but he thought he felt a sort of relief, like Kip was glad for the interruption, which made him even more curious. The talk he had with Bobby hadn’t meant much at the time, but after seeing how it affected Kip, it took on new meaning. He wondered as he tried to climb into the small car just what Bobby had meant by the term ‘dancers’ and why he assumed he was one too.

It had been hard enough to fit the three in before, with a fourth it was almost impossible and yet somehow they had managed. Kip was stretched out with his head poking up out of the top, his body leaning hard into Jesse’s which Jesse didn’t mind one bit. Jesse’s own body was wedged in between Andy and Bailey and he felt rather sandwiched, but the warm side of Andy’s body made him tingle a little. The guy was hot, and he looked even better now.

Bailey was not bad looking either and Jesse felt him scrunch away, as if he was afraid of touching him, which was kind of strange, but then they didn’t know each other so that most likely accounted for it all. The drive up to the garage was a tough one, and he felt a strange twinge as they pulled in, as his arm had moved into Andy’s side a bit hard, and the touch of the warm body made him tingle.

The garage was busy and Andy parked his corvette off by the office, electing to wait a bit. Kip ran over to give Boone a hand and Jesse managed to squeeze out and stood next to Andy, watching Kip work. It really was fun, to just lean against the sleek black car and watch the way Kip moved. God, he was so damn desirable that it ached and finally Jesse excused himself, claiming he needed to take a piss.

He really did have to take a piss, and he unzipped in a hurry to let a steady stream of his piss flood out. Despite the noise, he couldn’t get the sad look of Kip’s face out of his mind and he stood there, peeing and wondering what it was about Bobby’s comments that had gotten everyone so nervous. He had noticed the difference in how the girls looked at him after, and then the walk to work had been so silent, it really was freaky. Part of him wished that Andy hadn’t shown up when he did, but then part was glad too, cause if it was something bad that Kip was going to say, he’d rather not hear just yet. He still was trying to figure it out when he heard the sudden gasp and he turned around to see Andy standing in the open doorway of the washroom.

Andy had opened the door, thinking that Jesse must have gone around the other way and seeing Jesse standing there, his long pole still in his hand, he froze and gasped out his surprise.	Andy “Shit… uh sorry, I… fuck…” He was turning to leave, his eyes glued to the pink pole that was being held in Jesse’s hand, when Jesse’s voice broke through his mind’s panic.
Looking at the look in Andy’s face, he realized that Andy wasn’t blushing because he had walked in on Jesse taking a piss, but that he wanted what Jesse was holding.	Jesse “Whoa, you never seen a guy taking a piss before? Man, you look like you have seen a ghost, haha”
Andy “Uh, yeah I have, just that, uh, guess I uh, sorry… didn’t mean to barge in like that, but uh, the, well the door was open, figured you had gone around the other way…”	Jesse “Hey no problem, guess when you gotta go, you gotta go, here, slide on in while I move out” He started to push his cock back into his pants as he moved to one side, and he could see it in Andy’s eyes, the way he was still watching his dick and he knew that Andy was interested. As Andy walked in, Jesse made a point of sliding out as close to Andy as he could, letting his crotch rub up against Andy’s and he could feel the lump inside, and if he had any doubts before, that passing touch had put them to rest.

Andy stood at the toilet, his body shaking as he struggled to take his own piss. He hadn’t felt like this before, he was scared and frightened that Jesse had caught him looking, and yet, well to be honest it also excited him. Jesse was hot and he did have a nice looking cock. What he had seen made him feel very horny and yet, what if Jesse wasn’t? What if he tried to take it further but Jesse had only been teasing him? Or maybe Jesse just was the type who didn’t care who saw his dick? There were guys like that, who enjoyed just having other’s stare at their meat, but they sure as hell weren’t into more than that.

Standing there, he felt himself trembling, his legs felt a bit weak and he could tell that he was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. He grew angry with that, and with his rising anger, his cock grew softer and he managed to finally finish taking his own piss. He shook it and stuffed it back into his pants, zipping up and then as he washed his hands, he caught his face in the mirror. God, was he that much of a coward? So what if he saw Jesse’s dick, so what if Jesse didn’t rush to cover it up, it didn’t mean anything and he had no reason to panic like some twelve year old caught with a penthouse magazine.

With the panic attack finished, Andy turned and walked out the door. The second the door flew open, the panic was back as Jesse was still standing there, leaning up against the old tow truck that was parked in front of the door.

Jesse “Hey, uh, you got a minute to talk?”	He could see the fear in his eyes, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure that Andy really was what he thought, but it was too late.
Andy “Uh, yeah sure, I suppose, something wrong?”	Christ was he going to out him here and now? How could he know? Or was he going to try something else? Fuck, how did he get into these messes, it wasn’t his fault that the guy left the door open.
Jesse “Uh, thanks, uh, I was wondering, well, uh, if maybe you knew of any jobs around? I really need to score some money man, I don’t care what I have to do, but I really need to make some money”	He didn’t dare look at him, his heart was pounding and he knew he was stuttering, looking like a babbling idiot more likely but he couldn’t not try, besides, if he was right then it would be okay, if not, well if he worded it right the guy wouldn’t tweak to the hidden meaning and it would still be alright, except maybe that he looked like a moron
Andy “Job? Huh? Oh, work, uh shit Jesse, I uh don’t know, I mean, I guess I could ask around”	What was this about a job? Was he missing something or did he mean something very different? Fuck, he looked so damn hot and the way he is shuffling his feet, and, fuck could he mean that? How do I find out, fuck, why can’t he just come out and ask, or am I really putting my foot in this?
Jesse “Well, uh okay, yeah, sure that would help…uh, I really mean it though Andy, I will DO ANYTHING, I mean it, I really am tapped out, and well, shit I can’t mooch off Kip, so, uh yeah, if you hear of anything, I mean ANYTHING, you’ll let me know?	There that was it, now it was up to rich boy and his roving eyes, fuck this sucks, I wish I had the balls to just ask him if he wanted some sex or not, fuck, but what if I am wrong? Shit, the way he is looking at me, I don’t know, man what if I am guessing wrong, Christ what if he tells Kip? Shit, maybe I should say something else? FUCK!
Andy “Anything? Man, you should be careful about saying it that way, uh, I mean, you know, it could be taken wrong”	Christ what is this all about? Is he on the make for something? I mean I thought you asked for a date or something, but shit, the way he said it, Fuck it would be interesting, but what if he isn’t asking that? How, fuck, this is freaky, what if it is a set up? Man, why couldn’t I have just knocked on the damn door first?
Jesse “I suppose, but shit man, look, I mean it, I’ll really do pretty much anything if the price is right”	Well if that doesn’t make him either belt me, run from me, or make an offer I don’t know what will, fuck this is harder than I remembered, but then it didn’t work out last time, did it? Shit, I hope I haven’t fucked this up like that one, but I don’t think he has a gun, shit, what if he does tell Kip? Well, least I had a shower, that’s something.
Andy “Uh, well, you mean that huh? I mean about doing anything for uh, for the right price?”	Shit, word games at a gas station rest room, man is this how it works? Why the fuck don’t I just come out and ask him if he wants to suck me off for some money? I know why, cause I am a fucking coward, that’s why.
Jesse “Yeah, I mean it, uh, I really do need to make some money, bad”	Christ this is like pulling teeth, but is he interested? Fuck I wish I could tell, but he won’t look at me, shit I can’t look at him so what am I bitching about, fuck, I can’t think of anything else, I have to make this work.
Andy “I see, uh, how much money are you talking about? I mean, maybe I could, uh, well maybe I could loan you some? Or?”	Shit, can I trust him? I don’t even know him, all I know is he is one fucking hot guy and I would love to fucking be with him, but what if this isn’t what he means? Shit, I am such a goddamn wimp, loan him the money, like I would ever see it again, but least I won’t be outed this way.
Jesse “Huh? A loan? Fuck, no, that is nice but it only puts me in worse shape, I can’t pay back any loan, I need to make the money, besides, I couldn’t borrow from you, it wouldn’t be right… now if you maybe needed something done, some uh service?”	Shit, my luck to find a guy who is nice. Why is it that I never find them before I make a complete asshole of myself? All I want to do is make some damn money, now I fucking feel like, shit maybe I should forget it, tell him that, maybe I can find something up at the super serve on the freeway, there are always truckers up there willing to pop for a blow job and then at least I could buy some food and pay my way with Kip
Andy “Shit Jesse, I don’t know what to say, I uh, I am not uh, good at this, fuck man, uh, okay, uh, how much? There, I said it.”	If he moves I am running, I don’t think that the other’s will join him, fuck if I am wrong I am dead, there is no way it won’t get back to everyone at the school. Shit, least I’d get my wish and not have to attend here.
Jesse “Uh, well, Christ aren’t we something? Look Andy, I am sorry man, I am not good at this either, uh, I guess, well, what do you want me to do? I mean, shit, you know, if you want uh well if want me to do you, or uh, go all the way, uh, I mean, shit, as long as it isn’t anything too kinky, I guess, I don’t know, $50?	For some reason he felt rather ashamed of himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t turned a trick before, but they were people he never knew, certainly not their names or where they were living, so why did this feel so different to him? Christ, maybe he shouldn’t have said $50, maybe that was too much? God, why didn’t he just let the guy tell him what he wanted first?
Andy “$50? You sure, uh, sorry, yeah okay, uh when? I mean, we can’t do it here, the other’s might, uh, you did mean now didn’t you?”	Fuck I sound like a babbling brook but Christ he looks so fucking hot, and to think I get to touch him, to feel his breath, shit, do I? What does $50 get? Should I ask him? Fuck if I do he’ll get pissed, damn, I rushed into this again, I always do this, why can’t I just fucking keep my mouth shut!

Bailey “Hey there you two are, what’s going on?”

Andy almost fell backwards into the washroom at the sudden sound of Bailey’s voice. He could feel the beads of sweat pouring down his face as the panic rose up and was threatening to consume him. All he could think of was to get away but then if he did, he would miss out and his ‘date’ and for some reason; he really wanted this to happen. Something in Jesse’s voice had made him feel an unusual desire for Jesse, and it was hard enough to think about that and also to try to lie and cover his ass at the same time.

Jesse “Nothing, talking about school and stuff, uh, we’ll be right there”

Bailey “Okay, cool”

Andy watched Bailey turn and head back towards the brightly lit front of the service station and he sighed deeply. God, Jesse was good, the way he came up with that so quick and easy. He turned his attention back towards Jesse to watch him wipe the sweat from his forehead and it struck him that Jesse was just as scared and nervous as he was. Fuck, who would have thought that?

Andy “Phew, that was quick thinking, so, uh, what do we do now?”

Jesse “Well, you sure you want to do this? I mean, if you don’t, it is okay, I can always head up to the truck stop and probably score there, it is just, uh, well…”

Andy “NO, sorry, no I do want to do this, just uh, where and when?”

Jesse “Well, Kip can’t leave here, he’s on duty, uh, we could do it after you take Bailey back to school, or, uh, I know, we could go on a coffee run, or munchies, let him stay here with Kip, or would he freak?”

Andy “No, I don’t think he would, he’d freak more around me than you or Kip that’s for sure, okay, so we go on a munchie run, where do we go though?”

Jesse “Well it is pretty warm out, and, I know this place, its off the road and really secluded, no one can see it from the road and we could go there, it isn’t bad, uh if that’s okay?”

Andy “Yeah, uh sure, so we really going to do this?”

Jesse “You can back out if you want, but I can’t man, I really need the money, I mean, shit you don’t know what it is like, to have no money for food or to go without eating, and then to have your friends support you, it sucks man, it really does, and well, I can’t hack it, I can’t let Kip pay for me, I mean, fuck man he has nothing either, so, yeah, I really am into this, as long as you got the cash, I guess I got what you want.”

Andy felt Jesse’s pain as he spoke and he wished that maybe he could help him in another way but he also knew that Jesse wouldn’t take any money from him, not without doing something and he really didn’t have anything for him to do. Maybe he could find him a real job somewhere, but where? Fuck, he didn’t even know Jesse all that well and now he was trying to save him? Christ, was he ever falling for the guy, but then what about Bailey? Man, life was getting complicated and this was only his first day at the damn school.

He thought he would have gotten some argument from Bailey but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was almost as if Bailey couldn’t wait to be alone with Kip and hang out at the station. Kip seemed a bit relieved as well but Jesse was different. Andy saw the way his eyes flashed for a second, as Kip didn’t really seemed phased by him leaving with Andy or that Bailey was sticking around. He wondered about that as they drove off and even now, sitting in the car, hidden by a huge bush from the road, he thought that maybe Jesse wasn’t just doing this for the money.

Jesse “So, uh you want to do me or what?”	Christ this was just like being in high school, he is cute though but shit, I have to get a real job.
Andy “Uh, whatever you want, I mean, well, uh, this is kind of new to me”	Fuck, those eyes of his are killing me, should I lean over and kiss him? What does one do with a prostitute?
Jesse “Well, uh, guess we should get out first, and well if you, uh want to suck me, then I’ll get undressed, or if you want me to do you, you can uh, get, uh take your pants off”	I wish he were a stranger, fuck he looks so scared, but I need the money, fucking hope he isn’t weird or anything, just what I need.
Andy “Okay, uh, I guess, well I was thinking that maybe that we uh would do more than, uh well, I was kind of hoping…”	Shit I sound like some whining broad looking for a damn handout, Why can’t I just tell him I want to have him suck me dry and then fuck the hell out of me? I am such a fucking coward.
Jesse “Uh, well, I don’t know, uh, look we really don’t have a lot of time, tell you what, why don’t we uh just lie down together, and, uh we can do each other? Okay?”	Christ, for $50 he wants more? Mind you, he is cute and I bet he’d be damn hot going all the way, but fuck, I need the money more than I need to find out how he likes it up the ass or if he can pump worth shit, fuck, I knew I should have let this go, well it is too late now, but damn it, he is nice and maybe, well maybe he could turn into a regular, that would help things, but, oh shit, just look at him, you would think he was going to cry, he is so fucking nervous, like just what does he have to be nervous about? He’s friggin loaded with money, he can do whatever he fucking pleases.

Jesse climbed out of the black corvette and stood by the door. He looked around and waited for Andy to get out and come to stand next to him. Christ the guy was so nervous but the bulge in his jeans was more than enough to make Jesse walk over to a small clearing and turn to face Andy.

Time to get this show on the road, least he isn’t some stinking old fart, and besides, if I do this right, who knows, maybe I can get him to be a steady

Andy walked up slowly and stood in front; as Jesse smiled at him and then he watched as Jesse reached down to undo his pants button. The loud pop echoed in the night and Andy jumped back a little, the noise startling him but his eyes remained glued to Jesse’s hands as they continued to unzip the faded jeans. He watched with a rising sense of excitement as he heard the zipper slide down and then Andy began to tremble a little, his tongue licking at his lips, as he watched Jesse grip his pants waistband and slowly push them down his small body.

Fuck, this was just like his dream, standing out in a field, a warm breeze blowing and a hot stud doing a strip tease for me, man and for $50? Shit, why didn’t I think of this before, what good is having the damn money if I can’t fucking enjoy it, and besides, if the old man ever found out, it would serve him right, fuck, he is so god damn hot.