It was covid I was on I do construction but no jobs means unemployment and still could not afford my rent. I could afford sixty dollars in storage fees for a six by ten closet space. My truck payment and ins, cell phone and if I am lucky gas.
I start hitting up friends for a night on a couch or use of a shower or and invite to dinner. I eat at McDonalds once a day $3.50, and I loose twenty pounds of fluff I haven't drank a beer in over a month.
The bad crap starts happening to my friends, they can't help anymore. Brian the manager knows I park outside the gate after close and sleep in my truck. He opens in the morning I drive in and park by my unit and go use the restroom to pee.
I pretty much just hang out all day going through boxes. Brian has started to take his breaks with me in an effort to get to know me better so he can help. He has a bachelors degree in business and his Mommy and Daddy got him a franchise that comes with a place to live and someone to give him breaks.
Of all the years for Las Vegas to get cold enough to snow when there are more homeless people that ever. Brian was kind enough to bring me a large coffee from Mc Donald's. and then let me sit in the office and drink it with him. He even had a space heater cranked to full blast.
At one point Brian opens the utility closet. The have a set up to fill and more importantly drain a mop bucket. It is a bottom floor to a shower with drain just no walls, and a six foot hose. I had to ask.
Brian I will give you 10 bucks if you let me wash up in your mop bucket area.
Define wash up?
Me - I get naked for seven minute log enough to get wet wash, and rinse. I got towels and soap.
Let me ask...
Who are you texting to ask? What's so funny why the giggling? They said yes but I am not to take my eyes off of you for one second. So, as long as you don't care if I watch, you can take your bath.
I have a really big one everyone watches at the gym I am use to it. Are you blushing? I am going to grab my soap and towel I will be right back.
Three minutes later I am back he has clear out a few things to give me more room. With an audience of one I strip, he gasps, I get wet, and put the hose down to get all lathered up with soap suds.
Brian notices the smell of my body wash and walks over to see what it is. I swear it was just to get a closer look at my junk. Light bulb goes off I think Brian may be gay. He is a pretty little muscle boy with a sic pack. A mini version of me except the gay part. I look like a hot forty year old at twenty nine.
It was the thinking about the gay part that was starting to arouses things. I try to rinse with cold but can't do it back to almost hot. I grab my towel and start to dry off. Brian was there I cover my head to dry my hair. Remove towel he was gone. So much for not taking your eye off me I thought. He must be in the bathroom rubbing one out.
He returns from his apartment asking if I feel better. I was slipping on a clean pair of underwear with a slight and fading woody. I go off saying... Brian I owe you forever. Any thing you need that I can help with please ask. My junk and ass are especially grateful. Not sure why I choose that moment to have a nervous break down.
My eyes tear up an I announce that was the longest I have ever gone without a shower. God does my life suck. I just break down in tears. I am a twenty-nine year old unemployed homeless construction worker. It was time to make one of those signs and go stand by the highway. Then a panic attack and I can't get my breath, Brian calls 911 and gives me a bag to breathe into. Turns out I don't drink milk and am vitamin D deficient. They put me on anxiety medication. But due to circumstance some has to pick me up. I was scrolling through my contact when Brian called me.
Any chance you can pick me up and take me to me truck?
Yeah sure Mountain View ER ?
Yes
I am on my way.
Brian was awesome not only did he come inside, but he brought the warmest jacket to wear. We get back to storage and I tell him I will move my truck to outside the gate. He told me I could leave it there and come upstairs and see where he lives. From outside it looked small but it was arranged really well.
A two bedroom apartment but the second bedroom was a office. I take a seat on the couch and he bring me a kalua and a little milk. A nice smooth kick. I get asked dozens if not a hundred questions about my past. Last girlfriend was in college I wanted to be a math teacher, and them I dropped out to work construction. It's the only job I have ever had.
Then Brian tells me he is interviewing for the parttime position there at the storage and he thinks I should apply for. Four hours and five or six days a week, starts at seventeen, an hour.
Then he asks if I have ever done any gay stuff. I said no, but depending on the person and circumstances I might be persuaded to try it.
Then he puts his cards on the table. If you got the parttime job you could move in with me and we could....
Play house? Do gay stuff? I asked
Brian - Yes exactly... Gay stuff.
Me - Can I get another one of these drinks.
I knew where this was going, and to be fair it shouldn't be a surprise I was dropping hints for him to come out of the closet to me. The question was now what I am actually going to try gay stuff?
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