The Big One

Chapter 2 - The Drunk Boy

"You know what? You really are a great guy. I can't believe what a dick your ex was. I mean your ass is really great. Super fit," I said as he helped me down the stairs. I put my arm around him to steady myself.

"Yeah, you are very drunk and very hot... but thanks," Anderson laughed. He guided me back through the living room and down a long hallway towards his bedroom.

"Even if you weren't hot though, why would he leave a house like this? And you're so nice and caring." I noted as we passed one designer room after another.

His door was at the end of the hall and he opened it to show a grand master bedroom with a huge bed and views of the city skyline.

"Wasn't enough. His new guy comes from Singapore money. He has endless cash and no need to work long hours," Anderson sighed. "Here. You go into the bathroom there and then hand me your clothes. My machine can do a quick wash."

He pushed me into a large bathroom with concrete floors that had this warm glaze over them that felt nice on my feet. I stripped down and looked around. He kept everything in his place perfectly ordered and neat.

"You good, Ezra? Did you get lost in there?" Anderson called when I'd stood there for too long.

"Oh, yeah, clothes, right," I said to myself and turned back towards the door. I pulled it open and was met with a look of shock as Anderson scrambled to cover his eyes.

"You are not shy, eh?" he laughed as he covered his face with one hand.

"Oh uh yeah! I am out of it today. Well here's my dick," I laughed. 

"It's very impressive, and you are very drunk. Be careful in the shower, ok? I'll leave the door a little open so call if you slip." Anderson looked at me with fatherly concern. He was a safe guy. 

He took my clothes and handed me a stack of things he'd gathered for me and then turned to leave. He reached behind himself and pulled the door closed.

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I rinsed off in his shower and then found a towel in a side cabinet. I went to the stack of clothes he'd left for me. It was a pair of super stretchy blue briefs, a white tank top from a charity run, and a pair of running shorts.

I dressed and went back out to his bedroom to find him perched in a chair by the window looking at something on his phone.

"These are kinda tight," I laughed.

"They fit, barely, but they fit. I'll have your clothes finished soon," he joked when he saw me.

"Not too bad. Run for the cure, right?" I pointed at the logo now splayed across my chest.

"Gotta fight it. Every mile counts," he laughed. He stood and came over to me, "How are you feeling? Kell is a heavy pour when he likes a guy. I hope he wasn't too much."

"I didn't eat lunch, so that's probably why it hit so strong. I was going too hard today. I feel good though. I think I needed that," I told him. He put a hand on my forehead to check my temperature. 

"You're a hard worker. You deserve a night of fun. Let me make you some food while your clothes are finishing. Kell's getting the grill going, and some of the other guys just got here. They brought other food. They're not as bad as Kellan. I'll keep them off you. Something in your stomach will help you get home." Anderson put his hand on my shoulder and led me out to the living room.

"Oh I don't mind Kellan. You should see some of these guys who hire me. They get really forward and make sex jokes and I just try to finish my work and get out of there. I've gotten to where it doesn't even bother me now," I laughed.