Mr. Wagner was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his partner by the handsome and beautiful men whose attentions he attracted. Calvin was the athletic, young college freshman that he never thought twice about hiring to babysit his two children.
Calvin always assumed he was straight, but ever since he’s been working for the gay couple across the street he finds himself thinking about Mr. Wagner in a way he’s never done before. But it’s only natural to be a bit curious, right?
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.
This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.
Excerpt:
He laughed, and everything was alright. “Calvin, What is it about you that makes you so hard to be mad at?” he asked.
I looked up, hearing a different tone in his voice. There was a sort of fond smile on his face, and it struck me that we had sort of been getting to know each other a little bit these past couple of months since I started working for the Wagners. Even so, I had never seen him look at me like that. His eyes played over me, half-amused and half-sympathetic for the anguish I had at being late.
I didn’t really know why, but I felt my face flushing.
“Ah, will you be very late tonight?” I asked, flustered.
“No, it shouldn’t be all that long. Maybe three hours. Kids are in the den watching a movie.”
I nodded.
He stepped towards the door. “You’re look very nice this evening,” he complimented me as he glanced back.
I looked down at myself. “Oh, thanks – thank you,” I stammered, straightening. I was a little embarrassed about how long I had spent deciding on a pair of jeans and shirt, but suddenly it seemed the most natural thing in the world to try to earn a compliment like that. I guess I just respected his fashion sense. Was it strange that I suddenly felt so good? “Have a good meeting,” I called after him.
But he had already slid into his town car and didn’t hear me. I watched the lights disappear down the street and then turned back inside.
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