1. Accounting Supplies - Friday Evening


    Date: 1/2/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byJTSuck 

    It's Friday...at 5PM I will be picked up by...who? Funny that was never part of the discussion.

I guess I'll find out.

Lots of time to kill before then as I don't have any classes on Friday's.

Maybe I should finally read mom's letter.

"Dear Son...(insert usual mom stuff here...)...here's $5.00 for you...wish it could be more...Oh...we're not going to be able to come for Parent's Weekend...Love You...Mom".

Well...as this is Parent's Weekend it's a lucky break for me...considering.

I finished a couple of assignments...transcribed some class notes...had lunch and came back to my room.

I've been trying to avoid Tim...not for any reason other than I don't want to have to explain my absence from campus.

Just like the proverbial watched kettle time passed slowly...gotta be some Einstein theory at work here.

As the campus is slowly filling up with parents no one stopped me or even noticed me as I made my way to the commuter parking lot. Exactly at 5PM a dark 4-door sedan pulled into the lot. The driver...dressed in a dark suit and tie got out and motioned to me. No words were spoken. He held the back seat door open. I got in. He closed the door, got behind the wheel and we drove off.

We drove on in silence. When we arrived at my host's house the driver stopped the car, got out and opened the back door. I got out and walked the few steps to the front door. I watched the dark sedan drive away and disappear down the street.

Before I had a ...
    ... chance to knock on the door it was opened by an older man...slim...well-kempt...wearing dark trousers, starched white shirt, black bow tie, and a somber grey vest.

He welcomed me and told me to follow him.

He led me to the kitchen where I had had coffee and conversation with my host. He showed me where the beverages and food for the guests were neatly arranged. He gave me instructions on how the items were to be served, how and when I should remove empty glasses and plates, when to bring fresh snack items. He told me not to be concerned with washing any items as that would be taken care of.

He said I should be pleasant to the guests, smile, answer any questions but do not initiate any conversations.

His dress and demeanor reminded me of the butler characters I'd seen on tv programs. As he did not introduce himself I named him "Didit"...as in "the Butler...

He led me down a long hallway to small well furnished bedroom. He said I was to change into what would be my "uniform" for the evening. A printed card listed what I was...and was not...to wear.

I was to wear a pair of muted blue stripped pajama bottoms, a somewhat loose fitting light weight white pullover pajama top, no underpants, no shoes or socks. He said someone would come to get me when I was needed. Otherwise I was to remain in the room.

By now I was forming the impression that in addition to any food or drink service I would be performing I would be, in today's vernacular, a "boy toy" for the ...
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