I packed my tools slowly so everyone was gone before me and when I was done I went into the trailer. Nothing was said this time. The fifty was on the desk and Mr. G had his dick out, was already hard. I looked at the money and then back at him. “What about Mrs. G?” I asked.

“Aw, why you gotta bring her into it?” he moaned.

“She’s your wife. Isn’t doing her enough?”

He stroked his cock in silence for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh. “You don’t understand the ways of the world, Chris, you’re too young, but things change as you get older, you finally just want what you want. I don’t want to fuck a woman anymore, I want to fuck a boy, a young man. That’s just how it is.”

“And what does she do?”

“Her knitting, for chrissakes, or her shopping or any of that other shit women do. She sure as hell doesn’t let me put my dick up her butt.”

“Do you want to?”

He smiled. “No, I don’t. I haven’t touched her in over a year. If you want the truth, I jerk off in the bathroom and I’m hoping like hell to keep fucking you.”

So that’s what it was, a guy gets old, things change. I wasn’t sure I bought any of it and I guess Mr. G could see that because he leaned over, pushed the fifty toward me. “C’mon, Chris, I really need it. Ten minutes, what the hell.”

When I started to unzip my jeans he got up, came around the desk and we did without the preliminaries. He shoved some grease up me, put on a rubber, and did it and this time I didn’t go get drunk. I went home and fucked the hell out of Linda.

After about a month of Mr. G doing me once a week, he called me in and said he could steer me to some real money if I was interested. We were on a new job by then, an addition up on Mulholland that doubled the size of a house that was already huge. The new owner wanted a guest wing, home theater, game room, you name it. “He’s gay,” Mr. G said. “Name’s Brian.”

“So?” I could tell by his look what he had in mind but I wanted him to say it because I saw we were crossing over into something else and he should know I might not go along.

“So he’s noticed you, keeps mentioning how good you look, asking your circumstances, that kind of thing.”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe this. You’re pimping me?”

“Harsh word, Chris. Let’s just call it keeping the client happy, and we want to do that, don’t we?”

“We’re building him an addition. That should be enough.”

“Yes, but you have to look at a bigger picture. Referrals are my lifeblood. If a client likes our work he tells another, and that’s how we stay in business. So if we cater to a client’s special needs, provide a few extras, we get a better response.”

“And I’m an extra?”

He paused to let silence cut away the resistance, then got up, came around the desk, perched on the edge. “You let me, so why not him? A hundred per.”

“You quoted a price?”

“I know what you’re worth. You stay on the site tomorrow night, tell the wife it’s OT and you’re getting paid under the table. Take her the hundred dollars. She’ll love you.”

“Easy for you. I’m the one who has to bare his butt.”

“True, and I don’t mean to make like it’s no sacrifice on your part, but it’s ready cash for what, a few minutes? This guy wants to do you and hey, when I said you were married, he lit up. The fact that you’re straight is a big draw, ya know. C’mon now, half an hour. What do you say? You already lost your cherry so what’s the big deal? It’s just a fuck.”

I got Linda in the shower that night, stuck it up her ass before she could say no, gave her a good long one and shot an enormous load. Pissed her off which got me the silent treatment which was fine with me. Same thing next morning when I said I’d be working OT that night.

The owner wasn’t around the site that day but Mr. G told me he’d be along once the crew had left. I’d only seen this guy once, at a distance from inside the newly framed game room. I tried to recall his looks but all I got was blue polo and khakis. So I parked on a chaise and drowsed poolside until I heard footsteps. I purposely didn’t respond until he came up and nudged my foot. “Tony, right?” he said when I opened my eyes.

I realized Mr. G had given me a fake name. “Yeah,” I replied.

“Nice to meet you, Tony. I’m Brian. I’ve seen you working, must say I’m impressed. Why don’t we go inside.”

He couldn’t have been more than forty and I wondered why he had to pay for it. Mr. G I understood, but with a place like this a guy could score with anybody.

“Beer?” he said from behind a marble-topped bar.

I nodded, let him pour it into a glass. He had one himself and we sat for a bit on bar stools, him asking silly questions about the work, then, like it was part of the job, getting out his wallet and putting a $100 bill on the bar. Not a word about what it got him.

He drained his beer, said to bring mine along and follow him. He led me to a huge bedroom all done in blue and gray, chrome and glass. On the wall above the bed was a big drawing of a naked man with a huge erection.

“It’s an Edward Vetter,” he said when I just stared. “Wonderful, isn’t it?”

He was undressing as he spoke and when I finally looked at him he was naked, had a hand on his cock, working the thing. I saw it was about average, realizing only then that this had a new meaning. It would go up my butt easier than Mr. G’s.

“Undress,” he said. “Take it all off.”

As I did so he crawled onto the bed and stretched out on his back, still stroking his meat. He had a different look in his eye than Mr. G, like this was routine for him. Where Mr. G had that hurry, Brian’s expression was almost mellow. I also had to admit he was sexy as hell.

When I stood naked I waited for him to tell me how he wanted it but he just lay there working his cock and I didn’t know if he just wanted to look at me undressed or if he wanted some kind of rise out of me, if maybe he was waiting to see if he turned me on.

I hated all that shit, all the never looking at guys’ dicks at the gym when everybody knows everybody looks. I’ve seen guys soap themselves until they were stiff, then walk around like they dare you to notice. Always that awareness, that undercurrent, none of it acknowledged. I went along because that’s how it is, but if I was honest with myself I saw some guys were hot. And hey, we all did stuff as kids. When did we graduate from circle jerks to being afraid to look?

So here it was then, and it brought back all the locker rooms I’d ever been inside, all the dicks and asses I’d avoided. As Brian said “come here” I felt a kind of permission and it made me think how crazy this was, how totally surreal.

“Lie down,” he said and I stretched out beside him. He started to play with my tits, which annoyed the hell out of me, but I let him rub until they were hard. He then got his mouth on one and tried to suck it while I just waited. His dick pressed against my leg and when he had himself totally worked up he stopped to get condom and lube from the nightstand and get himself ready. Then he rolled me onto my stomach, pulled up my ass, and went in. “Shit yeah!” he yelled as he started to fuck me. “One sweet ass!” He went at it for a few minutes, then pulled out, flipped me over, pushed my legs up and shoved back in. He held my legs high so he could torque down and it put his dick about a mile up me or so it felt. I was being totally drilled and I lay looking to one side as I heard him come.

He screwed every bit of dick he could into me as he let go, grinding out the last until finally he went soft. Only then did he pull out and toss the rubber. I lowered my legs, lay quiet for a minute until I felt his hand on my stomach, which caused me to bolt. Out of the bed and on my feet, I found my jeans and started to dress.

“Hey, Tony, come on, don’t I get a little more for my money? Let me suck your dick. I can come again with some encouragement and you’ve got a sweet one, my friend. Don’t waste it on your wife. Let somebody who appreciates it have a taste.”