It had been worth it – his short speech – to see the expression on Jonas' face. The most gratifying part was that it all was true. Mark had called him on his phone from his house fifteen minutes after he'd left, asking David for a follow-up date, and David, with no hesitation, had quickly said yes.
--THE END—
The Four Hundred Dollar Pleasure
Randy had been known to be a hard-working man his whole life. He started working when he was a student and everything he owned by now was a fruit of his labor. He was proud of himself for not being able to ask his parents for financial matters anymore unlike other spoiled brats who have nothing but generous parents to support their need. As a hard working man, he knows the value of money very well and decided he’d be frugal his entire life to avoid getting into debts. His determination soon paid off when he was able to buy his first car using the money he saved by working really hard.
Unfortunately, one fine morning when he was heading out to his work and daily transport, he encountered a minor car collision with another approaching car. The car he had a collision to was obviously expensive and brand new. The driver of the other car negotiated what had to be done and they agreed on one deal. That minor collision would cost Randy a whopping $400.
It was owned by a handsome young man whom Randy would found himself with alone in his apartment. Randy had something in his mind to make their situation be called “even”.
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He felt very exhausted upon unlocking the door to his apartment. It had been a typical Tuesday at his work, it was unknown to him that worse is coming afterward. He realized he was already late when he glanced at his wrist watch.
“Oh, figures,” he thought as he took his tie off and threw it onto the chair across him, undoing the top of his once starched white polo shirt. Randy quickly laid into his leather-covered chesterfield sofa, feeling totally consumed and tired and irked as well.
He tossed the mail he received onto the coffee table and thought about having a cold alcoholic drink before deciding to make his way to the kitchen. Well, he needed one, not just from having another crap day at work, but the little fender bender on the way home had only been an extra enhancement or the icing on the cake. He was pissed off too, not because his pride and joy had a nice $400 price tag on the rear quarter panel, but because he knew he had gradually weakened.
No way would the other driver pay him or even show up. Randy grimaced, he realized that he had let his dick rule over him again. It was really embarrassing, but damn, he was a sucker for a cute guy, especially when they were young or twinks. Mind this situation took the cake, for he should have reported the accident. Instead, he had given in and cried in tears, the whining of an eighteen year old that looked like he had been kicked out of a university. He was so freakin’ cute, that it made Randy act like a kid himself. He was already 25 for Christ's sake, he should have known better, but did he?
Randy got up and went to the table beside him where he placed his drinks. It wasn't like he was a drunk man, but now, he enjoyed sipping and consuming on some nice stuff, instead of beer. He then quickly poured himself a moderate amount of Whiskey before deciding go back to the chesterfield sofa, well, to contemplate on his stupidity. The was no way would he ever see any money for the damage, let alone the 'bonus' that the kid had suggested to him.
Sipping on his drink, he felt the warming effect of the liquid on his throat and his stomach. He felt it gurgle as he wasn’t able to eat anything since morning, and obviously, his stomach was empty. It was already past 9 pm and he really didn't feel like cooking. Instead, he was thinking that maybe Nathan would show up at 10, as promised, but he was skeptical about it.
He still wasn't sure how he had been deceived into not reporting the minor collision they had. It had been on a side street, as the freeway was too narrow and perhaps crowded, and taking side streets had saved him time, well, until today. Somehow Nathan had clipped his rear, pulling out from a parking spot on one of those solitary side streets. The sound, the sudden abrupt motion and shift of the direction of his car had scared the hell crap out of him. The noise alone had made his ears ache, and before he even realized it, he was out of the car upset.
Randy had never felt such anger before. It scared him as he walked around his car towards the other side, where his precious car had been bruised. He had worked and saved to buy the car, it was his first. Unlike spoiled brats whose parents gave them everything, he had to work hard for his money, his leisure, his toys. Nothing really came easy for him, and this was his first car. He could count the number of times he had gone home late, put up with old man Winter's bitching just so he could save a few extra bucks to buy this vintage car.
Then, now it was hit by some jerk who slowly got out of his own car, it was a brand new one too. That made his blood pressure rising up, and as he saw the mop of blond hair getting out of the driver's side, his first thought was that, here was another one of those spoiled brats, driving a car he obviously couldn't afford, but that his parents had got for their precious little douchebag. It was unfortunate that they didn't give the moron driving lessons.
Randy, taking another gulp, had realized that it was when he saw the young man's face, his rage had suddenly eased. There was something about the man’s pale blue eyes, filled with fear, that made him stop cursing and yelling. Randy had watched as a tall man got out, he noticed how the young was not thin like most but had some meat on him. The emotion on his face was in a worried frown, and yet in some unusual way, the kid was charismatic. Randy suddenly felt an instant reaction underneath his pants, that he tried to ignore as the attractive blonde slowly made his way to where his car was impacted into Randy’s.
He was really sorry and apologetic, constantly telling he was sorry, and you could sense the fear in his voice. It had somehow calmed Randy down, as both of them stared at the damage. Then the young man, who looked like he had just been awarded his license, started to swear, talking about how his father would kill him. He was continued talking to hide his nervousness, as he mentioned he was sorry, and how he had borrowed his dad's new car, to run errands. He kept explaining how unintended the crash was, shaking even as he stood there staring at the damage.
Randy felt sorry for him or did he? He was now sitting in his apartment, the transaction receipt from the body shop in his shirt’s pocket, he was not so sure if it was that he felt sorry for the kid, or if he had been carried by the tight basket that was one of the most gorgeous he had ever laid his eyes on. It could have been the young man’s blue eyes, that were glazed with tears welling up, or the long blonde hair that came down to the young man's neck. It could have been his nicely curved chest that stretched his polo shirt or his tight fitting jeans that showed off his muscular legs. Whatever the reason was, Randy had suddenly acted like some lovesick teenager.
Randy had pulled his wrecked car off to the side, and it was while exchanging insurance details and driver license information that things suddenly changed. Instead of calling his car insurance agent, and perhaps the cops, Randy held back. He found out that his jerk who impaled his car was only eighteen years old, that his name was Nathan, and that he was just heading off to the University. Randy also found out Nathan’s father was one of those strict types, his father was some big shot contractor.
The young fella had been so scared, nervous and frightened of what his father would do, that he felt sorry for him. He listened as Nathan told him about his working to buy his books for college, at how his father made him work around the house. How he had driven the new car, despite being advised not to, and how his dad could skin him alive. It was quite a touching drama when Nathan had looked at him, those eyes flooded in tears, asking if they had to report it.
Nathan rushed on, saying he'd pay for the damage, that he was able to save up extra cash from working all summer. His voice had a persuasive pitch to it, that made Randy ache. He actually gave in to it, he thought, sitting there knowing that to fix his car was going to cost him an approxima
tely $400. The damage to Nathan’s father's car was very minimal, as it seemed to have barely a scratch on it. He was lucky, he thought, given how cheaply the new car was built, but it was how it had hit, it had given him the worst possible type of encounter. Now Randy was supposed to cash out $400 and trust that some off to college young man would pay him back.
Randy figured he was getting out of his mind. He thought he should not have agreed not to call the cops or his insurance agent or to not report it to any authority at all. Okay, yes he had a $200. deductible, and yes it could more than likely cause his rates to go up, but damn, $400 was not an easy amount for him to come up with on short period of time.
Honestly speaking though, he had not expected the repair to cost as much as the estimate. He was still in baffling shock as he sipped the last drops of his drink, thinking thoroughly another time when suddenly the front door buzzer sounded. It galvanized him as he looked at his wrist watch, realizing it was close to 10 pm already. Maybe it was the attractive young fella, but he doubted it. “There is no way that jerk is gonna come here,” he told himself as he lifted up his phone, to see who the person was.
His face had suddenly drawn too much surprise as he heard the voice, recognizing it and he quickly buzzed the man in. The young man, Nathan, actually had shown up, which was astonishing. Glancing around, he thought about putting his jacket away and cleaning up but screw it, not like Nathan would actually be there to pay him, or give him his bonus. In his mind, he knew that would never happen, though the idea of having Nathan naked, and his mouth filled by the young man’s cock, was appealing, it just would not happen.
The banging on the door woke him up out of his ambitious daydream. He opened it to look at the charismatic young man. The hair was combed though if anything looked more attractive than when he had first seen it. The blue eyes seemed to sparkle at him and the face actually looked more relaxed. Randy let the young man in, catching a whiff of his perfume, a smell that seemed to have made his body tense up. It wasn't hypnotic at all, but it held his attention.
The two of them moved into the small living room area, and Nathan sat down in the mono-block chair, Randy noticed that Nathan looked a little bit tensed as he leaned back. His legs were spread open, in a usual male pose. Randy couldn't help himself but stare at Nathan’s crotch, and he knew that Nathan had noticed his glances. He couldn't help himself, Nathan’s long legs were as inviting as his firm looking eyes.
“I guess you did not expect me to show up, did you?”
Randy noticed how Nathan was looking at him. His eyes seemed to roam around just as Randy’s did. Randy would keep contact with Nathan’s face, but now and then would flicker and look down, at Randy’s swelling crotch. He noticed too, that Nathan’s own basket seemed to be getting a bit swollen as well.
“Well, um, yes I didn’t.”
“I promised you that I would, right? Did you get the estimated amount for the repair?”
Randy kept silent for a while, thinking how handsome the young kid in front of him was, until his silence was intercepted by Nathan, “hey, the estimate, do you have it?”. Randy nodded and reached into his polo shirt’s pocket, handing it over to the young man. There was an unusual excitement as he passed the folded paper to Nathan. It was sort of like electricity had just become airborne, as he watched the young man open the estimate. He heard him whistler, seeing the eyes open a bit wider as he read the final quote amount. He slowly looked up and Randy could see he was also shocked by the figure he had seen. In some strange way, Randy felt sorry for Nathan, although it was Nathan’s fault to begin with.
“Whoa, that’s a lot of money.”
Yes, I know. Well, I, I suppose I could look around for another car repair shop, but I doubt they'll be significantly much cheaper.'
'Tsk, I couldn’t believe the figure, I didn’t think it would be that much, I uh, I only brought about $300 with me.'
Randy was surprised. His face must have shown it, as Nathan quickly started to talk, saying he could get the rest for the payment, but it would have to be the next day. His bank only lets him withdraw up to $300 a day, and he didn’t have any extra cash anymore.
'Well, I already gave the car repair shop an advise. I’ll pick the car up on Friday, so I think, I can wait a bit for the rest. It’s amazing you were able to save so much despite your current situation, how did you do that?'
"Huh? Well of course I worked and my grandmother gave me some extra cash for my graduation."
“You mean, this for your books in college?”
“Yes, well for some.”
“You mean your parents are not the ones helping you out with that?”
“My parents? Nah, my dad says that as he's paying my tuition fees, the rest is up to me.”
“Ah I see, so how much are the books?”
“The school cashier says they’re about $1,200 all in all.”
“Tsk, big money indeed, so how much did you manage to save for them?”
“Well, I managed to save just over $1,400, I thought that I'd need to have a head start for the next semester, just in case I couldn't get a part time job right off.”
“That's for one semester? That seems awfully expensive, aren't there second hand book shops where you can get them at a lower price?”
“Well that’s for second hand books, new is way out of my league.”
It was how he said it, that made Randy sink back into the chesterfield sofa, thinking about the young man. He felt like someone morally reprehensible, thinking that the money he was being given was the Nathan’s book fund. At some point, he felt that it just didn't feel right as he stood up and poured himself another shot.
Randy looked at Nathan as he drank his Whiskey, he felt that he just couldn't bring himself to taking the cash from him. Sure, it had taken him nearly half a year to save up that kind of money, now it would go to his car repair but in all honesty, he couldn't delight himself spending that money knowing he had maybe hurt a young man struggling to study. It was a strange feeling because he never considered himself a sucker. Still, looking at Nathan he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Nathan stared back at him, then he leaned back and pulled out a bundle of bills out of his bag. He put them on the table next to the couch.
“Here’s most of it, I’ll bring the rest tomorrow if that’s okay, I promise.”
Randy just nodded, finishing off his second shot. He couldn't help the way he was feeling, tempted to just tell Nathan to just forget about it, but he didn't as he just looked at the young man.
“Honestly, I will, and uhm, yeah, I know I uhm, well you know, the other. I will still do that now if you would allow it.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I said I’m sure I would, uhm, I keep my word.”
Randy noticed how he had his head lowered, looking up at him from under his eyelashes. It was very strange, but while he had wanted it, he wasn't certain. Still he was attracted to the young man in front of him, and damn, it was his car that had been ruined.
Maybe it was the second drink on an empty stomach, but he could no longer deny the urges inside as he walked over to where Nathan was sitting. He stood right in front of Nathan, looking down at the young attractive man. Nathan lifted his head high and looked up at him. His blue eyes were open and Randy knew that he would do it.
He put his empty shot glass down on the table, next to the bundle of bills. He hadn't even bothered to count them, as he took a step closer to the young man. His eyes were a bit glazed over as he unbuckled his belt.
“That’s great.”
Nathan was staring at him for what seemed an eternity. Then he suddenly lifted his hands up and shifted himself on the chair, coming forward. His eyes continued to look up at Randy, as the hands were placed clumsily into Randy’s pants. Nathan’s hands were shaking, as was Randy’s legs. It was very unusual, to be standing there, waiting for some handsome stranger to undo his pants, and suck his dick off. Yet he felt like he couldn't wai
t, as the blonde young man's fingers pulled down his pants, undoing the clasp then pulling the zipper down.
Randy felt his body shiver with excitement, as his pants were slowly pulled down his legs. The hair on his legs seemed to have stood up as the young man's hands brushed past them. Then, suddenly he felt the hands reach up and take hold of the waistband of his shorts. Randy licked and bit his lips, staring down to see Nathan still looking up at him. Nathan’s eyes were filled with water as if the young man was about to cry, but Randy ignored it as the fingers tightened and began to push the shorts down.
He felt his boxer shorts release his dick. He heard the audible intake of breath as Nathan stared, for the first time at his erect cock. He let Nathan pull the shorts down, stepping out of them and his pants. He spread his legs wide apart, as he looked down. Nathan no longer was looking up at him but was staring right at his very hard dick.
The touch of Nathan’s hand on his thigh and the light touch of his fingers around the base of his dick made his body shake. He felt an unusual jolt as he watched the young man wrap his fingers around the base of his dick. A slight groan escaped his lips, as he watched the blond head begin to push inwards. He could feel Nathan’s warm breath, as Nathan’s tongue moved gently across his dickhead. His legs became stiffed with exhilaration, as Nathan glanced back up at him.
Randy smiled back, resting both of his hands on his hips. Randy felt his heart throbbing, his lungs started to ache as he waited for that first touch, that first feel of Nathan’s lips around his dick. His balls too were aching, as he watched the blond head moving closer and closer, until at last, he felt it.
He moved and his hands shifted from his hips to rest on Nathan’s head. The head stopped and pulled back, but Randy’s hands moved with it. He didn't try to force it, and once more it moved back closer, and again he felt Nathan’s warm breath on his dickhead. Randy couldn’t believe what was happening was real that he shook his head and closed his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up had he been dreaming. Lucky for him, he was not.
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