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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,809
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 36
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 36
Date: Friday, November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
"Shit, Arnold, it sure feels strange back here in my old townhouse." Nelson is drying off after a quick morning shower. The previous day, their plane had been delayed in Chicago and by the time the got to Milwaukee, and rented a car, it was about 2 in the morning when he opened the door where he and Arnold had lived for so many years. Arnold would rather just stay in bed, but he knows they have a lot of work to do, before their flight back to New York takes off at ten tonight. He soon realizes Nelson has not even gone to bed but stayed up getting a head start on the list.
"You know, Nelson, this is the first time off we've had from the house since we started there. The teachers get the summer off, and of course Doc and Goldberg, and even Victor, can take a vacation any damn time they want to, but you and me, we gotta be there 24/7. Those little brats are working us like slaves!"
"I like being a slave."
"Yeah, hehe, I know, Nelson. And shit, I gotta admit I like the turn my life has taken. I've never worked in any restaurant that gave me such satisfaction."
"Thanks a lot for coming back here with me, Arnold. I think I needed the moral support." It's been two and a half years since Nelson left Milwaukee and about three for Arnold. Nelson left so quickly when Arnold called him about the job at BPH, he didn't take time to close down his townhouse. After a few months, he knew his home was at BPH and would always be, so he called a Milwaukee realtor to put the townhouse on the market. But the neighborhood was changing, and there weren't many interested buyers. Finally, on Columbus Day, he got the call that someone had made an offer. He accepted it with no haggling. Now he has flown in for the closing.
There is a long list of things to do. Pack up Nelson's clothes and bring them to Good Will. Go through all his books looking for any the boys could use, then donate the rest to the library. He will leave all the furnishings. Of course he wants to sweep and dust and mop and get the whole place spanking clean. In the afternoon, he'll go to the closing. Then they'll have to start back home. Since 9/11 you have to get to the airport hours ahead of time. It's going to be a whirlwind day, but Nelson as usual is super organized.
Arnold, however, knows they need to eat. He says he's going out to get a few provisions for the day. Nelson once called this place home, but now the neighborhood makes him feel uneasy. He doesn't tell Arnold to be careful out there, but like a mother hen, he goes to the third floor window to watch out for his friend. He sees a group of young men across the street, in their early twenties, no doubt looking for trouble, he thinks to himself. He takes particular note of one boy, whose leg is in a full cast. He's joking around with his friends, swinging his crutch. Nelson wonders why the boy looks familiar. He sees Arnold emerge below him and head down the block to the nearby grocery they once knew so well. Nelson notices crutch boy has also seen Arnold and is taking out his cell phone. Damn, I'm getting paranoid, Nelson tells himself and reenters the whirlwind of chores.
Arnold returns and forces Nelson to stop for breakfast. Then they finish up the third floor and go to work on the second. "Arnold, what do you think you're doing?"
"Dusting. You can't do everything yourself."
"What's that you're using?"
"I found a box of old clothes in your closet. This pair of briefs is nice and soft, a perfect dusting rag."
"Gimme that. I'll take care of the cleaning. You got places to go." Reluctantly, Nelson finds himself giving orders again. "Take the clothes on the bed over to Good Will." The expensive clothes from Nelson's closet. Nelson smiles seeing those vestiges of his former self leave. The tailored three piece suits, the tennis and golf outfits. All carefully selected to impress his clients. Clients just as shallow as himself. The honest kids at BPH would never be fooled by such trappings. They can judge a man by his heart.
After the car leaves, Nelson tapes up the box of underwear Arnold discovered in the closet and puts it with the books they're bringing back to New York. Then starts work on the ground floor. He's by the front door when the doorbell rings. A well-dressed man about 35 is standing there.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 36
Date: Friday, November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
"Shit, Arnold, it sure feels strange back here in my old townhouse." Nelson is drying off after a quick morning shower. The previous day, their plane had been delayed in Chicago and by the time the got to Milwaukee, and rented a car, it was about 2 in the morning when he opened the door where he and Arnold had lived for so many years. Arnold would rather just stay in bed, but he knows they have a lot of work to do, before their flight back to New York takes off at ten tonight. He soon realizes Nelson has not even gone to bed but stayed up getting a head start on the list.
"You know, Nelson, this is the first time off we've had from the house since we started there. The teachers get the summer off, and of course Doc and Goldberg, and even Victor, can take a vacation any damn time they want to, but you and me, we gotta be there 24/7. Those little brats are working us like slaves!"
"I like being a slave."
"Yeah, hehe, I know, Nelson. And shit, I gotta admit I like the turn my life has taken. I've never worked in any restaurant that gave me such satisfaction."
"Thanks a lot for coming back here with me, Arnold. I think I needed the moral support." It's been two and a half years since Nelson left Milwaukee and about three for Arnold. Nelson left so quickly when Arnold called him about the job at BPH, he didn't take time to close down his townhouse. After a few months, he knew his home was at BPH and would always be, so he called a Milwaukee realtor to put the townhouse on the market. But the neighborhood was changing, and there weren't many interested buyers. Finally, on Columbus Day, he got the call that someone had made an offer. He accepted it with no haggling. Now he has flown in for the closing.
There is a long list of things to do. Pack up Nelson's clothes and bring them to Good Will. Go through all his books looking for any the boys could use, then donate the rest to the library. He will leave all the furnishings. Of course he wants to sweep and dust and mop and get the whole place spanking clean. In the afternoon, he'll go to the closing. Then they'll have to start back home. Since 9/11 you have to get to the airport hours ahead of time. It's going to be a whirlwind day, but Nelson as usual is super organized.
Arnold, however, knows they need to eat. He says he's going out to get a few provisions for the day. Nelson once called this place home, but now the neighborhood makes him feel uneasy. He doesn't tell Arnold to be careful out there, but like a mother hen, he goes to the third floor window to watch out for his friend. He sees a group of young men across the street, in their early twenties, no doubt looking for trouble, he thinks to himself. He takes particular note of one boy, whose leg is in a full cast. He's joking around with his friends, swinging his crutch. Nelson wonders why the boy looks familiar. He sees Arnold emerge below him and head down the block to the nearby grocery they once knew so well. Nelson notices crutch boy has also seen Arnold and is taking out his cell phone. Damn, I'm getting paranoid, Nelson tells himself and reenters the whirlwind of chores.
Arnold returns and forces Nelson to stop for breakfast. Then they finish up the third floor and go to work on the second. "Arnold, what do you think you're doing?"
"Dusting. You can't do everything yourself."
"What's that you're using?"
"I found a box of old clothes in your closet. This pair of briefs is nice and soft, a perfect dusting rag."
"Gimme that. I'll take care of the cleaning. You got places to go." Reluctantly, Nelson finds himself giving orders again. "Take the clothes on the bed over to Good Will." The expensive clothes from Nelson's closet. Nelson smiles seeing those vestiges of his former self leave. The tailored three piece suits, the tennis and golf outfits. All carefully selected to impress his clients. Clients just as shallow as himself. The honest kids at BPH would never be fooled by such trappings. They can judge a man by his heart.
After the car leaves, Nelson tapes up the box of underwear Arnold discovered in the closet and puts it with the books they're bringing back to New York. Then starts work on the ground floor. He's by the front door when the doorbell rings. A well-dressed man about 35 is standing there.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.