It was as if his eyes were boring holes into my ass. Too much responsibility, plus the whole point of renting a house was to live alone. Gay sex Finally, I came up to a little gate. There was nothing out of the ordinary anyways. Here the pool was wide and round, like a pond with a sidewalk, and cherry trees hung overhead. Or you could take a shower and we could pretend I was waiting for you in your room instead of in there with you.” I laughed. I found Nate sitting on the couch in the living room, reading an issue of Esquire. “Hello sir, this is Aric Brooks.” A moment, then the speaker crackled, “Welcome.” The gate started opening with a soft whirr. I just wouldn’t get involved with this man. When I got to the end of his driveway, after passing the gate, I pulled over and looked in the envelope. I got out of the car and checked the mailbox.
