In a Small Texas Town

Two weeks before graduation, I received a phone call. The job was mine. I had done some mild research when I interviewed and found the apartment complex that seemed perfect for me. The rent was reasonable and would allow me to save to buy a house or condo. I still had enough savings to get a bed and basic things for the kitchen. I couldn’t order the bed until I had an address, and I couldn’t rent the apartment without being there in person. I planned to drive there immediately after graduation and get things in motion.

The day before graduation, I received a phone call. The company was purchased by another company, and all hires were put on hold. After spending the morning being depressed, I called the other companies with which I interviewed. On the second to last call, the secretary to the head of HR told me that a medium-sized company in Giddings, Texas was looking for an IT specialist. She knew it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but as she said, it’s a start. I called them; e-mailed my résumé, and was hired within 30 minutes. The pay was only a little less than what I was going to make with the original job. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

The only downside was that my closest friend would be a couple of hours away. I texted him about the change in my plans, then I searched for apartments. Rolling Hills and Parkside had nice pictures; I called for availability. Only two-bedroom apartments were available at Rolling Hills; Parkside had a one-bedroom. I decided to go for the two-bedroom, so I would have a place for friends when they came to visit.

I arrived mid-morning in Giddings on the Monday after graduation. My first stop was the apartment complex where I secured my new home. The next stop was my new place of work. I had told them that I wasn’t sure that I could get there before Wednesday, but I would try. I always followed Scotty’s advice (from Star Trek); always underpromise so you can look like a miracle worker.

After signing my paperwork with the man in charge of HR, Michael King, who I might add was about forty, average-looking, and had an accent like someone from deep East Texas, he handed me a check for two-thousand dollars for moving expenses. Except for his eye-fucking me the entire time I was in his office, I thought that this place was winning me over.

Mr. King took me to the center of a large room with cubicle-like areas around the periphery and introduced me by shouting for attention, telling everyone who I was and why I was there, and then walking away. They all went back to work.

I started searching for the network and what I found was a mess! There were routers daisy-chained all over the place. Printers that were specific to a workstation were wireless. Some people saved their files in a folder on the receptionist’s PC. There was no virus protection, no back-up protocol, no rhyme or reason to the setup. I was trying to make a chart to organize workstations, workstation peripherals, and the like when the head of the company introduced himself to me and asked me how things were going.

I told him that if this office were a final exam question for a networking class that most if not all the students would fail. “We’re going to need to start things from the ground up, and we’re going to need to do some serious retraining to get things secure.”

“I was afraid of that. I’ve let things just grow on their own from a two computer office to this.”

“Well, I’m going to collect data to see what we have and figure out what we need. I’ll keep you up to date. My initial impression is that I’m going to need to set-up a new, secure network. Then I can add workstations as we go, but I’ll know more as I get into it.”

“I’ve been lax, but I’m counting on you. You’re in charge of this, let my secretary know what you need, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

It was good to know that I had the support of my boss. He was paying me well to get his infrastructure going. Now, I needed to feed my infrastructure. I walked over to the closest worker and asked where to find the best place for lunch. He suggested Reba’s. I thought I might be invited to join him for lunch, but no one made a move in that direction. So I headed outside, checked my phone for its location and found that I could walk there just as easily as drive.

As I sat with a sandwich resembling a Reuben, I was disappointed that I was eating alone. It turned out that I ate alone that entire week. On Friday, Jeffrey Johnson came up to me and told me that he ate out for lunch on Thursdays, and he would welcome the company. I thanked him and made a note on my calendar. He told me that his wife made him lunch every other day when she made the lunches for the kids. I thanked him loudly enough for others in the office to hear, but no one seemed interested.

That weekend, I purchased some sandwich meat at the local deli and began to take my lunch to work. I had made myself a little work area, and I ate there every day except Thursdays.

My life at home didn’t turn out to be very interesting either. About the second week, I noticed a guy with a thick head of blonde hair and a swimmer’s building walking to his apartment about five-thirty each day. I came up with various ways to ‘bump’ into him and introduce myself. I loitered around the mailboxes just before the time I usually saw him arrive but to no avail. I fiddled around in the trunk of my car on three separate days, but never saw him arrive. I wondered whether just walking up to him and telling him I was new to town and was looking for friends would be a good approach. I knew some people could do that, but I wasn’t comfortable with it. One day, I decided to do it. I sat on my stoop about the time he usually came home. I tied and untied my shoe until I saw him. He had a girl on his arm; they were laughing, and he kissed her. I stood up and waved, then I walked to the mailbox even though I had already retrieved my mail.

I kept watching him return home from time to time, but seeing him with a girlfriend made me lose interest. I also found that friends weren’t interested in visiting me. They wanted a place with late-night activities. I was looking for someone steady, someone who wanted to relax with me, and someone who wanted to spend the evening at home. Soon I found that my old friends weren’t calling me, and I wasn’t interested in hearing about their non-stop party life.

In the blink of an eye, a year had gone by. The network was running smoothly. I’d replace the inkjet printers with similar models that used the same ink from bottles rather than cartridges. Upgraded internet speeds kept things going well. People at work began talking to me as they needed things, but no one was willing to add me to his friend list. I celebrated the 4th of July alone, Labor Day by myself, and with Thanksgiving approaching, I began to feel depressed. The office was closed the Friday before Thanksgiving and wasn’t going to open until the Tuesday after.

That Friday was mild, and mild weather was predicted for the entire Thanksgiving week. I threw some clothes in a suitcase and tossed it in the backseat. I headed toward the gas station and was filling up the tank when a red pickup pulled into the space on the opposite side of the pump. I’m not sure why the truck drew my attention. I pulled the nozzle out, unscrewed the filler cap, inserted the nozzle and started pumping. Meanwhile, a dark-haired duke gets out of the truck. He’s wearing jeans that show off a nice ass and a t-shirt that shows off his fit but not overly muscular build.

“Nice truck,” I say to him. What the hell am I doing? I’m not into trucks. I’m not into cars either. They’re just machines that take us from place to place.

“Thanks,” he says back to me with a big smile. “I got it for my birthday. I figured I deserved something nice and new for once.” He began filling then walked toward me. “The name’s Jake.”

“Parker.” I nodded. His eyes never left mine. Was it possible that his eyes had a shade of purple in them? They were beautiful and complimented his slightly bronzed skin tone.

“Well, Parker, do you live around here?”

“I’ve lived here in Giddings for a little over a year. What about you?”

“I was offered a job here and came to check it out.”

“So what’d you think?” I asked. I was thinking I wanted him to step a little closer to me.

“The job’s OK. It’s what I want. The town, I don’t know. Honestly, you’re the most interesting thing I’ve seen here today.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Was he flirting with me? He was certainly attractive, and I was certainly horny. I was willing to let him fuck me and forget me, but I truly didn’t want him to forget me. I liked the sound of his voice.

“Hey,” he said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“No. It’s not that. It’s just that I realized it’s up to me to get you to stay in town.” I sucked in my lower lip. He kept looking at me. How I wanted him! I was filled with lust for him.

“Then we need you to park your car and go riding with me.”

I swallowed hard at the invitation.

“Maybe have some dinner afterward?”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure.” Could he tell how much I wanted him? Was he going to take me for a ride then expect me to blow him before kicking me out of the truck? He didn’t seem like the type, but I had chosen poorly before.

His gas pump clicked that his tank was full. Mine had clicked earlier. We put the nozzles back. Then I stepped right up next to him. I could smell his cologne. I pointed and told him how to get to my apartment. “It’s not too far, and I’d feel better leaving my car there.”

It didn’t take long to park the car. Jake needed to use the restroom, so I took him to my apartment. The place was spotless and still sparse. Aside from a bed, a dresser, and a folding table and one chair. I’d never been able to find anything else that I liked.

When Jake came out of the bathroom, he commented, “A minimalist, I take it.”

I shrugged. “Still looking for the right table and chairs. And everything else.

“If I can be of assistance,” he said as he pointed and moved his arm, “I see a sofa and a chair with some end tables.”

That’s when I saw the wedding band.

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. “What I see is a wedding band.”

Jake pulled his hand back. “Shit. It’s not what you think.”

“No?”

“Let me explain.”

“I don’t do married men, Jake; although, you are so fucking attractive that I might have been very tempted had you been honest about it.” I walked to the door.

“I’m not married.”

I looked at him, at his handsome face. Was it a face that would deceive me?

“I wore to the interview today to keep away any questions. They always ask questions.” He paused. “You find me attractive?” he asked.

“No,” I lied.

“That’s not what you said.”

“You’re changing the subject,” I told him.

He stepped closer to me. “I’m not lying to you, Parker.”

Maybe it was the way he said my name, but I believed him. “When I saw you at the pump, I pulled in next to you because I was hoping you’d say something to me.”

“You hoped I would say something first?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I want a sexy guy like you to talk to me?”

“Come on, Jake. You must have to beat off guys with a stick.”

“No.” He shook his head. The last time I went to a gay nightclub, not one guy hit on me. Not one.”

“Are you going to nightclubs for gay guys who can’t see?

He smiled. “No. Regular clubs. But you don’t go to regular clubs, do you?”

I shook my head.

“Then how was I supposed to find you? There’s something special about you, Parker. I sensed it when I saw you. The feeling was stronger when we talked. Even now, the way you look at me and listen, it’s unlike anything I experienced before.” He stepped closer to me. I could smell his cologne and another scent that made me want to bury my head in the crook of his neck.

“I do find you attractive.”

I saw his eyes well up. “Forgive me for not saying anything about the ring before.”

“Of course.” I leaned in and kissed him. I could tell he wanted me to. And he kissed me back with a gentleness that reassured me.

“I think one of us should take the other to dinner,” I whispered into his ear.

“OK. I think I should,” said Jake. “Maybe you’ll invite me back for a nightcap.”

“Depends on your table manners.” I leaned forward and our heads touched. I felt a warm feeling inside that I’d never felt before.

Dinner was wonderful because of the company. We talked about our goals in life, how we wanted to spend our time off, and our families. Mine wasn’t speaking to me; his family was very accepting. Our jobs never came up. I usually found that people were defined by their jobs, but it seemed that we were defined by our interests and how those interests were reflected by the person sitting across from us.

We were almost back to my apartment when Jake brought up the reason he’d come to town. “You know, my decision on taking that job was dependent on the town. I wasn’t sure whether I could live here; it’s smaller than what I’m used to; I have no family here.”

I wanted to tell him that I wanted him to stay, but I didn’t want him to stay because I wanted him to. I wanted him to want to. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? Or are you asking me to tell you what I’d do?”

There was silence. We pulled into the parking lot. Jake turned to me. “I want you to tell me to stay. To see if we have something here. Is it love at first sight? It feels like it to me. You make me feel… wonderful inside. Every minute I have spent with you feels like a discovery of whom I meant to be. I already care about you, and you’ve made me realize that I need to say what’s in my heart rather than second guess myself or the person I need to say it to.

“You are one really special man, Parker. You’ve got a great heart and a wonderful mind. And although it isn’t the most important thing about you, you are handsome and sexy.”

He was silent again. I thought about what to say.

He broke the silence. “I know that you’re deliberative, but I need you to say something.”

“Ditto.”

Jake turned to look at me.

“Jake, everything you just said about me, I feel about you. I think I fell in love with you when you first got out of your truck. I want you to come inside with me and stay the night, and stay the week, and stay forever.”

“My bag is behind your seat, Parker. If you take it out, I’ll stay.”

I started to laugh. “Wait a minute, now that I know you’re too fucking lazy to carry your own bag, I may want to rethink this.”

He grabbed me and kissed me. “And you know what I want? I want to fuck you right here in this truck where everything started.”

I had wanted him all through dinner, and now I knew for certain he wanted me. I felt my cock begin to harden immediately. I began to undo my pants. “Then get over here and fuck me.”

Jake crawled over the center console; he pushed his pants to his knees. He got down on his knees. His cock was already rock hard. He pulled my ass toward the edge of the seat. He spat to lube my hole; I added my spit to his. I wet his dick and pushed it against my pucker. He pushed and entered me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside. Jake moved his arms to my shoulders. He pulled my face closer and licked my chin. My dick throbbed as our lips met and he fucked me.

The intensity of Jake’s filling me with his dick made me lightheaded. I couldn’t get enough of him. He continued to slam into me, and I felt my testicles tighten and I came. My cum covered my shirt and his. I tightened my grip on his cock as he continued to push in and pull out. With a final shove into me, I felt him unload. I held him to me. We continued to kiss, and then he held me until our breathing calmed down.

“I love you, Jake,” I said. “Hey, Mister, I don’t know your last name.”

He chuckled. “It’s Johnson, and it’s not mister, it’s doctor. I’m a cardiologist, baby. Based on what I’m feeling now, you’ve got a great heartbeat.”

“You mean a heart doctor stole my heart.”

“That’s right. Now, what’s your name?”

“I’m Doctor Stone. I have a Ph.D. in cybersecurity.” At that moment, I felt his dick slip out of me. “I need to pull up my pants before I leak on your seat.

“I think we should both get our pants on before we get caught.” We made it into the apartment without incident.

It was a struggle carrying his luggage in as his seed ran down my leg. I pulled the two of us into my bathroom. I turned the shower on, and we lathered ourselves. Once dry, I led us both naked into the bedroom and introduced him to our bed.

He turned to me and kissed my ear. As I pulled him into the bed, he twisted and pulled me on top of him. He spread his legs so I ended between them with our crotches pressed together. His chest to my chest, our lips touched, and our tongues danced. Our cocks thickened to full erections. “It’s my turn,” he whispered.

I slid down, kissing his skin as I went. When I got to his dick, I kissed the shaft several times before sucking on his balls. Lifting his ass, I licked his manpussy. I pushed my saliva into his tight little hole.

“Parker, oh, I love you. Fuck me now, but be gentle. It’s my first time.”

I moved up and placed the head of my shaft against his hole. I whispered to him. “You gave you my cherry in the truck, and now you’re giving me yours. I love you, Jake.” I began to push in. Jake grabbed my cock and guided me.

He moaned as I entered him. Our lovemaking was gentle and easy. As I pumped him, he murmured how much he loved me, how much he needed me, how much he enjoyed being filled by me. When I came, my ejaculate oozed forth in a pleasured me to such an extreme that I wept with tears of joy.

Jake grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and then I moved down and took him in my mouth. My lips moved from the head to the base of his cock. I tasted the precum, and I continued with even more suction. When he came, I took everything. I loved the taste of him, and knowing that he had filled me from both ends made me giddy.

Jake pulled me up and kissed me again. “I can taste myself on your lips. I love you, Parker. I can’t believe this day.”

“It’s only the first of many,” I said to him as I cuddled up behind him.

“I know, and I can’t wait.