The Landsider And His Liar
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Adult +
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4
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I Lobster Lady; 2: Surf House Problems
When he got in, Rivik and the new kid were heading out, boards under their arms. They waved. He flicked them off. He had no beef with them in particular, as they had paid their due, or Rivik had, anyway; he just felt like blowing off some steam. Rivik stuck her pierced tongue out at him and single-finger saluted back. He ignored her.
The old, hunched-back woman who lived with a thousand cats on the corner and always wore red sweaters glared at him, looking up from rooting their trash bin. She’d become known as the Lobster Lady for her posture and grimy scarlet sweaters. He glared back. She smiled.
That was the deal with the Lobster Lady. You were nice to her, she was nasty to you. You were in a bad mood, she grinned cheerfully at you. He rather liked the old bird. He’d rescued her cats once or twice. That wasn’t unusual. Everybody rescued her cats. They were notoriously stupid animals.
He got out of the car and went inside. Ren was snoring on the couch, a bag of chips on his bare chest. Jay was in the kitchen, making a mess that he claimed was a sandwich. Adelio shook his head. There was some chick singing in the downstairs shower. Adelio kicked a wet towel aside. The place was a wreck. Nobody seemed to care. Well, this was *Aiden’s* problem. So there.
He went up to the master bedroom that was his domain. It was silent, neat and empty. Rather cool, also, as the door was kept shut. He opened the blinds onto the porch and stood there a moment, looking at the home of Radley Verango. It was a beautiful two story in good condition, right across the street from the two houses he lent.
With a sigh, Adelio peeled off his shorts and tossed them on a deckchair with his other wet surf clothes that were baking dry in the sun. He climbed into the shower and hosed off all the salt water, though the smell perpetually invaded his skin, like it or no.
He hadn’t had many lovers over the years, having been too busy. Yet he had always preferred males, and was no virgin. Lately, though, he had been lonely. He missed being able to roll over and kiss a boyfriend before falling back asleep. Human nature dictated that he be at least horny, if not lonely, and he was, although most of the time he felt too lazy to get off his duff and do anything about it.
Today was the same. Faced with the probability that his offer of sex instead of rent money would be accepted, and that oral might not cut it, he bothered with cleaning himself out on the inside. It was a tedious job, but all the times he had done it his gut had been tight with anticipation of sex after, even if he weren’t to get any until hours later.
It was like that now, and by the time he’d done he had a nice hard-on going. Lovely. He ignored the buggered thing. Ad dre dressed in some slacks and flops, pulling on a shirt but not buttoning it. He remembered suddenly, something that he’d need. Adelio rummaged in the nigand.and. A small tube of astroglide peeped out from under a few rubbers. He grabbed them, shoved them in his pocket and went downstairs.
“‘M going to pay the rent!” He bothered to yell, not that any of his housemates were listening. Ren was still snoring on the couch, and Adelio noted that a bowl of dip that had been on Ren’s knee was now upended over his crotch. He winced, said nothing of it, and left. Ren’s problem, not his.
The old, hunched-back woman who lived with a thousand cats on the corner and always wore red sweaters glared at him, looking up from rooting their trash bin. She’d become known as the Lobster Lady for her posture and grimy scarlet sweaters. He glared back. She smiled.
That was the deal with the Lobster Lady. You were nice to her, she was nasty to you. You were in a bad mood, she grinned cheerfully at you. He rather liked the old bird. He’d rescued her cats once or twice. That wasn’t unusual. Everybody rescued her cats. They were notoriously stupid animals.
He got out of the car and went inside. Ren was snoring on the couch, a bag of chips on his bare chest. Jay was in the kitchen, making a mess that he claimed was a sandwich. Adelio shook his head. There was some chick singing in the downstairs shower. Adelio kicked a wet towel aside. The place was a wreck. Nobody seemed to care. Well, this was *Aiden’s* problem. So there.
He went up to the master bedroom that was his domain. It was silent, neat and empty. Rather cool, also, as the door was kept shut. He opened the blinds onto the porch and stood there a moment, looking at the home of Radley Verango. It was a beautiful two story in good condition, right across the street from the two houses he lent.
With a sigh, Adelio peeled off his shorts and tossed them on a deckchair with his other wet surf clothes that were baking dry in the sun. He climbed into the shower and hosed off all the salt water, though the smell perpetually invaded his skin, like it or no.
He hadn’t had many lovers over the years, having been too busy. Yet he had always preferred males, and was no virgin. Lately, though, he had been lonely. He missed being able to roll over and kiss a boyfriend before falling back asleep. Human nature dictated that he be at least horny, if not lonely, and he was, although most of the time he felt too lazy to get off his duff and do anything about it.
Today was the same. Faced with the probability that his offer of sex instead of rent money would be accepted, and that oral might not cut it, he bothered with cleaning himself out on the inside. It was a tedious job, but all the times he had done it his gut had been tight with anticipation of sex after, even if he weren’t to get any until hours later.
It was like that now, and by the time he’d done he had a nice hard-on going. Lovely. He ignored the buggered thing. Ad dre dressed in some slacks and flops, pulling on a shirt but not buttoning it. He remembered suddenly, something that he’d need. Adelio rummaged in the nigand.and. A small tube of astroglide peeped out from under a few rubbers. He grabbed them, shoved them in his pocket and went downstairs.
“‘M going to pay the rent!” He bothered to yell, not that any of his housemates were listening. Ren was still snoring on the couch, and Adelio noted that a bowl of dip that had been on Ren’s knee was now upended over his crotch. He winced, said nothing of it, and left. Ren’s problem, not his.