Chapter Twelve
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CHAPTER TWELVE
As Colton browsed through the lists of open jobs he realized that Aiden had been right. The number of gay requests was off the charts in comparison to the straight ones. There were jobs just sitting open, waiting to be taken, paying way more than he was used to getting. Maybe Aiden did have the right idea. He could definitely see how he made his money if the prices on these requests were any indication.
He looked a few of the jobs over, reading through them and noting the names on each request. There was one name he recognized: Adam. He wondered briefly if it was the same Adam that the smaller guy in the office had mentioned yesterday. Fueled by curiosity, Colton searched for requests under his name and read the first one that popped up.
Travel Companion
Looking for a companion for my weekend travels. First stop is Boston. Second stop is Maine. I’m heading up the coast for research and I don’t want to go alone. $600 Fri - Mon morning. White males only, 5’5” or shorter, skinny, boyish, 18 to 21 years old.
Colton laughed at the request. Damn, he thought to himself, these gay guys were picky about what they were looking for. Then again, the only gay guy he knew was a massive perfectionist. If Mason was what he was measuring gay guys by, he was surprised the request didn’t go into more detail.
Colton chuckled and shook his head, then went back to the main list of requests. As he scrolled through he noticed more pouring in every minute. There were the usual jobs for dates but the majority of them were for weekend getaways. s*x was never mentioned, but he guessed it was something that was assumed.
Even though he had decided to look into this whole male on male dating scene, Colton wasn’t sure if he wanted to jump in with both feet. Going away for a weekend as a travel companion was definitely out of the question. He wanted to build up to that. No matter how desperate he was, he didn’t want to get stuck in another state with some perverted old dude who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It would be just like him to find the only perverted f**k in the group to spend the weekend with. He’d wait to try those types of requests until he felt more comfortable doing this.
Colton sorted through the requests for dates tonight, reading through them to see if he could find something that would ease him into things. He went down the long list, skipping anything that suggested going away, dating, or anything that would get him too close to another guy. He wasn’t ready for that just yet. As he browsed the requests, one in particular caught his attention.
Looking for my Player 2
Come hang out, eat pizza, and play video games. $50. Tonight 8pm until midnight. Males only!
“I can play video games,” he said softly as he hit the accept button. It would be like spending the night at home gaming with Mason.
As he got up and closed his computer, he heard his phone ding, indicating a message had dropped into his work email. Colton checked it on the way to the shower, seeing a picture of the guy pop up on the small screen. He was a geeky fellow, not bad looking, on the smaller side. He didn’t look like he got out much. He flipped back to the email and read it out loud.
“Colton, thanks for answering my ad. Here’s my address. I love your abs. I can’t wait to meet you. See you at eight.”
Colton laughed at the comment about his abs. Mason would have a field day telling him he was right. The oiled up flex pics seemed to be a hit if this guy mentioned it. He looked at the picture of him again, taking in his small frame once again. If anything kicked off he knew he’d be able to control this guy pretty easily. The bigger guys, probably not so much.
As he thought about it while he showered he could feel the nerves creeping back in. What if this guy expected something? What if video games was a code word for something else, like a new kink or something? What if he was walking right into some gay gangbang and didn’t even know it?
Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he should message this guy back and call it off.
“Stop,” he growled at himself. “He’s a kid. Nineteen years old if even. You can handle yourself. Stop being a pussy.” As he got dressed he continued to self-talk, building his confidence up as he went along. He could do this, he knew he could. He just had to get into the right headspace.
Plus, he needed the money. Desperately.
After he was dressed and ready he opened his email and sent a message back to the guy.
“Thanks. I work out every day. Can’t wait to meet you. See ya soon.”
It’ll be just like hanging out with Mason, he told himself again as he pulled his shoes on and grabbed his jacket and bag before heading out.
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