It was shaping up to be an unexpectedly nice day: his sales team had reached its quota of sales three months early, and his boss had just given him a raise and the rest of the day off as a reward. What neither his mother nor his father were used to seeing, or hearing, or knowing anything about at all, is what he just did with a stranger from Grindr in the guest room.Īlan Anderson whistled softly to himself as he sorted the mail and kicked off his shoes. His parents were used to seeing him strut around without much on.
Fuck! He’d come into the bathroom stark naked–and not alone!–and now he had no clothes. Quickly, his heart racing, Ben dried his mop of wet hair, his penis boing-boing-boinging as he hurried to grab some clothes. Ben knew that sound of keys-on-clay the way a cat knows meow. Ben had just stepped out of the shower when he heard it: the faint clatter of car keys.įor as long as he could remember, his father, upon returning home, would step into the kitchen and dump his keys into the clay bowl by the pantry door.
