ERECTORS By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com
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Summer Semester had begun and Mack took only one course, a math item and it was taxing. He worked hard and managed to get passing test grades. His second Summer Semester was an electrical engineering course that he was eager to take. Work was going great. The frequent blowjobs at the video store continued. And now, Mack had become a regular at "Larry's". He and Terry had hit it off and one Saturday night Terry invited the hot man home after closing. Mack accepted. It was awkward at first and Mack explained aside from blowjobs, this was his first gay sex. Terry took his time, didn't press and told Mack they could just hang out if that's all he wanted. Mack was eager to explore this new lifestyle and was as usual, horny. Mack admitted having Jake as a roommate and that he was straight and that Mack felt he was hot for the young blonde stud. The pair got into an intense 69, to Terry's surprise, not to mention, Mack's. A nap followed and afterwards, they woke about an hour later. Mack made his apology for needing to leave, and Terry invited him back anytime. Mack was in a quandary about what he'd done, how far he'd come and wondered What Next? Mack was stunned at having sucked cock AND swallowed, just like Rolf. Jake came home later and passed out after a long McDonald's nightshift. Mack made a point of getting something to drink from the kitchen so he could pass Jake's room. Again, he found the blonde stud naked, face down, those muscled glutes with their dimples, so near, yet so far away.
Josh had made a comfortable life with "Rocket". The many tricks that came and went, never had a problem with or got distracted by Rocket. They were there for sex and be it a blow n go or fast fuck, everyone got what they were looking for. His sparsely furnished apt worked well for the dog, who periodically needed to pace in circles or around a perimeter. Greyhound racing dogs were used to being caged in a small space and left alone. They were docile unless agitated and those recued made loving pets, not prone to barking outbursts or aggression. Rocket was typical of the rescued males. Still, Josh wanted a place that he could play with Rocket and let him enjoy his freedom and not be caged. He felt that by being free within his apt, as he'd been at Kyle's that Rocket would embrace any future freedom, easily. Time was working against him now as the end of his lease neared and finding a space that accepted pets, and especially one that accepted greyhound-sized dogs, was limited. He spotted an ad in Craigslist under the "looking for roommates" section. It read, "retired sheriff, dog lover, 4 bedroom/2.5 bath on 5 acres/1 acre fenced yard, available now, if interested email to dogluvinman@xxxxx.com . There was no pricing, but Josh couldn't pass up this chance. Still, this guy was a retired cop and that would really close the door on him bringing any tricks home, Josh considered. Undaunted, Josh fired off an email, explained his needs and asked for more info. A response came back immediately with location, costs and more details. Josh made arrangements to meet, Ty Stanford that day and would bring Rocket along to meet the prospective landlord. Rocket lept into Josh's truck cab and curled up in the back seat for the drive south to the country and location of Mr. Stanford's place. At least it was near freeway access so the hit to commuting to work sites would be negligible. There was an electric gate with a code key and call button/speaker set-up off the Farm to Market Road at the driveway entry. As Josh slowed, then stopped to call Mr. Stanford, Rocket sat up, attentively and looked around before settling back down on the leather seat. The low white sided one-story house was vintage 50s-60s Josh reckoned. Mr. Stanford stood outside by the turnaround driveway in front, beaming. Josh was a quick study and he guessed the man to be in his early 60s, still fit, though a bit chunky, and sported a big bulge. As Josh left his truck Mr. Stanford walked up, hand outstretched to welcome Josh to the property and show him around. "Let's get a look at your pooch though first" Mr. Stanford urged; then added "and I'm TY not Mr. Stanford". Rocket greeted TY with a soft kiss and a paw to be shaken. Those acts endeared Ty to Rocket right off. Ty led the pair around back to get a view of the property and fenced area, then back through the detached garage, that would be Josh's, then into the attached 3-car garage and the patio in back. A lap pool stretched from the patio West and was concealed by fencing and palm trees. "Oh my God this is incredible Mr. uh TY" Josh urged. Then repeated the pricing from the email and on the spot, was ready to write Ty a deposit check and first month's rent if he passed muster? Ty shook Josh's hand and patted Rocket on the head and nodded, then "welcome welcome fellas". After that, Ty gave Josh and Rocket the interior tour. Josh was equally amazed and delighted. His bedroom would be at the back of the house, had double doors that opened onto the back side of the pool and the bath that would be his was just down the hall and adjacent to his room. Ty also added that the next bedroom up from the bath was vacant and Josh could store some of his furniture in there if need be.
Josh and Rocket left, with relief and excitement. Josh talked to Rocket non-stop, as though the greyhound understood every syllable. Back at the apt. Josh led Rocket out of the truck and noted; Rocket had been a winner in his day, but the lean, muscled male with the bright eyes was greying too. Josh wondered about their remaining time together. As was their custom, at the bottom of the stairs, Josh unleashed Rocket who sped up the stairs and waited at the apt. door for Josh's arrival. Inside, Rocket drank a few sips then sat waiting for his treats which always came. Rocket had become the real friend Josh needed and vice-versa. The pair crawled in bed together and Josh reflected on Ty and his situation; how long had he been retired, was he divorced or a widower, did he have kids, what about gays, sex and well stay overs, the quandary led the pair to a deep sleep.
Sunday morning, Mack called Terry and invited him to breakfast. Terry accepted and they agreed on a breakfast place in the gay part of town at a time ahead of peak crowds, but not too early.
In the small garage apt at the end of Pine Street, Josh leashed Rocket and they went out for their Sunday morning bio time. Josh dialed Ty's cell and invited him to breakfast in town. Ty countered with an invitation at his place and urged Josh to bring swim trunks. Josh stirred.