I am Alan and two weeks away from getting married to my college sweetheart for the last two years. I work at the Convention Center in management. I oversee the thirty-three trunk ramps that allow anyone to drop off anything. My future father n law is one of the top twenty people running the Convention Center.
It is a four-day weekend thanks to the fourth of July being on a Thursday. My future wife scores a three-day cruise for her and five bridesmaids. Texas to an island in the Caribbean off the coast of Mexico and back.
I am assuming to keep me out of trouble I got a call from my future father-in-law with a request to pick up his son, my future brother n law. Colorado to Las Vegas was an easy twelve-hour trip going the speed limit. He would fly me there and give me the keys to my future wife's Jeep in her baby brother possession. I would drive him and the jeep back. He will send me two grand for expenses. I say okay.
The flight was boring and the ride to boulder was just time
consuming at night in the mountains I cannot see that much from the back seat. I had keys to the condominium and the Jeep. I rang the doorbell, and he answered the door in a towel asking what happen to the pizza? I will explain, my name is Alan, and I am getting married to his sister Julie in two weeks. He wraps his arms around my neck and screams... Finally, a big brother. He loses his towel in the process.
I had never met Joseph in the two years I dated his sister. He has never once come home for a visit. I was inside the apartment and figured out why in seconds. The Homoeotic Art would confirm he is gay. I start to ask how much his parents know about his lifestyle.
Before I could say a word, he said... Let me guess my dad or sister never told you I was gay?
I say... Never said a word. These nudes are of you right? Are you sure you are gay and not just a narcissist.
I do gay stuff bro and that is what proves your gay. Now that you have seen me naked what do you think without the towel or the artwork? Tell me which is better?
Scary how much you look like your sister. You can put the towel back on now.
The doorbell rings and it is the pizza guy. Joe threw some shorts at the two of us talking over pizza. He seems convinced his father wants to sell the condo. The price has tripled since they purchased it.
Which means Joe must move home or be on his own. Joe told stories of control and manipulation by his father. By midnight I was feeling sorry for him. We both pass out on opposite ends of the couch. I wake up with his feet in my face and my feet in his face. He was doing things to my toes that was just gross.
I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and took a leak, wishing I had grabbed my suitcase. A knock on the door and Joe yells
I will put your suitcase by the door if you want it. I am going to take a shower in my room.
Scary he reads minds too. We both got cleaned up and Joe was sadly while pouting packing a bag. He claims his father will have all this packed up and move it to storage at the house. He keeps pumping me for info about his sister and myself. He claims my future wife, his sister is doing gay stuff with bridesmaids as we speak. I explained if that were true, she would let me watch. I know her bridesmaids and only one out of five was a.
He packs mostly clothes and a few sentimental items. He had too much pot to be transported. He had to stop at like five people’s houses to say goodbye. People were upset, and some at me. We get on the highway at noon, which should mean with an hour time worth of stops we should be home by midnight.
First, it was eight hours of nonstop sexual harassment with one bathroom break and fill up of gas. While I will admit he is entertaining they say that about all gay people. He is exactly like his sister in a lot of ways. The whining and bitching behavior was the same and that laugh. He gets a bit gay or girly when he giggles. I finally pulled over for food.
I get a call from his dad asking our timing. I explain it will be after 1:00 am and he requests we do not show up until tomorrow around noon. Whatever, you do not let him out of your site. Do not give him a chance to go back to Denver.
The problem with getting a room was having to share the room with a gay guy that has no regard for personal space, and boundary issues. Add the four glasses of wine, and I was a mess and started to enjoy the flirting. Then my Facebook account blows up. With picture of a wedding at Cozumel featuring my fiancé and her five bridesmaids. Unfortunately, a friend of ours was filling in for me. Roger, she married Roger.
I assumed my phone was not the only one blowing up. Her father called me three minutes after to pictures starting getting posted. I gave my cell phone to Joe and said he is your dad; you talk to him. I headed to the bathroom to throw up. Joe comes to get me, and we got back to the room and opt to have gay sex with each other as some form of payback.
My first time with a guy that reminded me why too much of my ex-fiancé. He was into rough at midnight. The again at 5 am was more gay stuff and less angry. We woke up at 10 am and made some very gay love. He pushed all the right buttons and evidently so did
I am freaking out inside my head while tiring to play this cool. Not denying the gay part was awesome. The question was now what? That was what I was freaking out over. I texted Joe's father two words I quit both your jobs, call your son talk to him. Which to my surprise he did.
I tried to sleep through the conversation that happen teen feet away on the next bed. Joe's dad was so mad at his sister right now. For a change, the gay son was doing what he was told unlike his sister. I am under the impression Roger might not have a job anymore at the casino. Joe's father just offers him money to deliver me there by Monday.
Mesquite, NV. was an hour outside of Las Vegas Joe was driving and pulled into the largest Casino in view. We got a room key and went to the bar. Several drinks later we order dinner, and he plans for when we get to the room. We had an impressive conversation about his father and why he likes me so much.
I explained I saved his life with a forklift, and he has always been grateful. I could see how his rewards for being a good employee were manipulated. Face it, he rewarded me for saving his life by fixing me up with his daughter. She just told her daddy no for the first time.
Four years ago, his son being gay was not an option. Four years later and 10 years of gay marriage his father did not care that his son was gay he just cares about he is unemployed. A few more facts, the condominium was in Julie's name she lived there first. Her father paid for it and the rent was the year before bills plus ten percent divided by 12 months. Joe has been paying for that for the last four years and has some kind of Colorado squatters’ rights. The condo would sell for a million dollars easily.
I kept a buzz but stayed sober on purpose. I had plans myself for tonight. I was going to put my best self out there as a gay man. I wanted to know what it would be like to come home to a boyfriend. To admit the attraction and see where it takes us. Could I change my sexual preference for Joe of all people?
I work in an industry run by gay people hiding in closets or hiding in the open. Not so much in my department, but in front of the casino. I find out the gay people tend to have a higher I.Q. Tend to excel in business due to drive, energy, ambition. Out of loneliness too. That was me describing Joe. That very hot gay guy taking off his clothes in front of me. I am starting to think he could talk me into anything right now. As long as it was forever, that’s what I wanted, that was what I thought I had with Julie.
I was scheduled to be at work at 10 am. Joe's dad asked me to meet him in his office with his son. He said my shift was covered. We show up both of us nervous, and slightly overwhelmed with events in the last forty-eight hours. We were being manipulated but we did not know the offer yet.
The offer on the table was made to Joe. A Restaurant and Bar his dad likes is for sale. He will give Joe the money to get it up and running as a gay bar providing, he jumps though a few hoops for his father.
It must make a profit, no drugs, and the two of us must get married.
What? I ask What if I say no, he loses his chance at the restaurant. I get a little pissed at the manipulation.
His father was clear. This is a job offer for a married couple. It is a community property state. Technically you both must agree to make it work. I think you two will surprise yourselves. Be adults and consider it here is a look at the info and keys. I need a yes or no in twenty-four hours. He explains he has somewhere to be and exits his office. Joe stood up from the couch and wrapped his arms around my neck and asks....
Joe - Why didn't we tell him we got married last night in Mesquite?
Me - He likes to think he made people do what he wants. Let him think that, we know better and we can tell him later.
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