I am checking out the park on the way home because the one and only gay bar was dead upon my arrival. I pull off to the side and put it in park as I see a kid in red shorts walking my direction. He stays to the passenger side. The window is down so he stops and says hello while checking me out. He asks if he can open the door and I say sure. I was kind of thinking he would get in. He was just giving me a full view of him.
I am twenty-six out to my parents but I don't think they told they rest of the family. I am a forever student and change my major every year just to take more classes, learn stuff, and not have to commit to a job and a career. Most important move back home.
Mr. Red shorts was not wearing underwear. In fact the only thing on him was those red shorts. No wallet, no call phone. He was nervous or fidgety. He couldn't stop touching himself. It was like a pendulum on a clock and I was watch it swing back and fourth from one hand to the next. I thought for a few seconds he was trying to hypnotize me.
A car pulls up and sheds some light on red shorts. It was after two am and traffic is starting to pick up. Which normally means competition. Every car a potential better offer. Red shorts seems more paranoid with every car as if he is avoiding someone. He finally gets in takes a closer look and asks any chance we can go for coffee somewhere?
I said sure close the door put a seat belt on. I take off and suggest there is a Denny's over on El Cajon Blvd. or my apartment is right there fifth floor. I have coffee. Three blocks back to the park if you walk back, a ride anytime you like. He was busy counting floors and said your place.
My name is David do you live alone? he asks
Jack Miller and I do have a roommate but he has not been there for three years. He has another house he lives in.
There is a parking garage in the basement of the building we park and take the elevator up. He is checking me out like should he really trust me out not. So, are you in college? I asked.
David looks at me and replies. Not anymore and I would rather not talk about it.
The elevator door opens and we exit and say last door on the left. I use a code to get in and he walks inside I shut the door and turn back he is in the living room looking at the view of the bay. All bent over my couch providing me a view of his butt under those thin red shorts which turns into another pendulum swing back and forth he just needs a tail to wag with it.
I yell beer, water, Dr. Pepper. David requests a beer and I snag one for myself. I sit two feet away from him on the couch and he turns arounds and sits in my lap. Putting his left arm around my shoulder.
He says Thanks for getting me out of the park and offers me a kiss on my mouth. Next thing you know we are making out. Those red shorts are not hiding anything. He stands and steps out of them and the proceeds to remove my blue jeans. After five minutes I suggest we taking to the bedroom.
I was prepare for a break to check out that view but that was not what he wanted. He turned my normally twenty minutes into over an hour just by getting us there then quitting just long enough to start over. His torcher continued one hour I was going nuts. I took control of the situation ended it the way I like. He seemed fairly pleased and we just passed out with me on top of him arms and legs twisted and clinging to each other.
I was pushed to the side about five thirty as David makes a dash to the bathroom. Three minutes later he sticks he head out and asks he he can take a shower. I say yes but it take about three minutes to get hot water. I hear him turn it on. He sticks he head out and ask if he should use the towel hanging up. I explain the red towels are for guests.
He say's They are all red. I explain he can use any or all of the red towels he need. Then he suggests I come take one with him. I discover then perfect way to wake up in the morning and I am blown away I had never done that before. I make us breakfast in hopes of getting to know each other. I ask. So what's up with just the red shorts? No wallet, no keys, no cell phone.?
He explains he left in a hurry. His father is going crazy and he is scary to be around sometimes. He normally hangs out in the park and then goes back home. He asked to use my phone a call his dad the fact he didn't answer he seem to think was a good sign he finally passed out.
I would find out later he had red dress on over those red shorts. It belong to his mother and and it would be his first time ever doing that. He and his father were both acting out. Due to the loss of someone they both loved, and depended on. She made things normal, made them a family, now they both just hurt. Not sure why but I knew I wanted to help. We take a drive to his house not that far away.
The place was trashed. No one does dishes or throws away beer cans. They just collect all over the place. His father was in fact passed out facedown in less than clean boxers. I closed the door to his room. I suggest we clean the place up it will change his mood when he finally wakes up. I volunteer to take the kitchen if he does the living room. David takes a empty trash bag picks up all the trash and says all done. I microwaved a wet towel and tell him to starting at the top wipe everything down.
They had a plate setting for four people all that and the silver wear fit in the dishwasher. Attempts to cook in the six pots and pans filled with water and set to boil on the stove. I see counter space. Three hours later I was sweeping the floor. Years of restaurant work wipe every thing down to the floor and then clean the floor. David was freaking out putting the clean dishes from the dishwasher where they belong. With the floor swept the only thing left was to mop. I start a pot of coffee and get David to clean his bedroom. He likes it will I tell him to do stuff. He loves it when I show him how.
The coffee had finished, and David was pouring us both a cup. I was in the last three minutes of mopping when David father exits the bedroom to the bathroom yelling do I smell coffee? He exit the bathroom and freezes in place as he enters the living room. He rubs his eyes and looks and round finally see us in the kitchen. He tells David to go get his wallet on his night stand. David jumps to his request leaving us alone in the kitchen.
He want's to clarify we agreed on fifty dollars for two hours work. He is only giving me a ten dollars tip because it took me two weeks to show up. His hands are shaking. If he carries the coffee he will make mess. Weird he didn't want to ask me to help. He stood there until David came back and he told him to move his cup to the table. He pulls out one hundred and ten dollars and says Thanks place looks awesome. How much more to clean the bathroom, you might want to look at it first before you give me a quote.
I tell him my name is Jack and I am a friend of David's. That it was David that talked me into doing this, I am not from a cleaning company.
He takes a gulp of very hot coffee. Looks me in the eye and states. No wonder you can clean so good. Let me guess you are gay?
I get a bit weird with the question. Yes, it all just a desperate attempt to get into your son fall in love with me so we can run away from all of this.
His seem confused and slightly afraid. He lays his forehead on his arms, putting his head down on the kitchen table. Damn my head hurts David grab me some Tylenol please.
Jack can I get you to refill my cup? I will just make a mess on your clean floor. I do as requested and while pouring the coffee he takes my other hand and places the cash in it. He says I saved this to pay a maid. You should take it. David returns and I hand it him, claiming it was his idea. He just need help getting started. David's eyes light up and then stops. He hands it back to his dad saying.
I can't take money form you we had sex. Keep it dad and get a maid for two weeks from now.
Wait, are you two boyfriends or something?
We make eye contact and smile. His father makes a big deal about not denying anything. I finally explain we haven't know each other over 24 hours yet. I am more than interested in....
More? David asked waiting intensely for the answer.
A lot more I replied.
I have learn there is Grief and Loss and stages of recovery. There is also over whelmed. The timing of everything. the two of them had dealt with their grief, and to some extent the loss. The issue was the did have the skills, or knowledge of where to start. It was like teach kids how to do chores, keep their room clean. A lot easier to do when sober.
David, his father and I started taking walks in the park after dinner. David got a dog I for some reason that I had to walk. It was our seventh walk and after 21 months and 3 days David found where he hid his mothers red dress. It would take me twenty years to finally get to see what he looked like in it. His father would have freaked.
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