I walked in the door at home after work, tossing my bag down on the kitchen chair and sorting through the mail.

Bill, bill bill, junk mail, catalogue.

Nothing ever interesting. Throwing them down on the counter, I grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked into the den. My old man was sitting in his chair, watching TV and drinking a beer. He had been home from work a few days because of a strained shoulder, and the doctor had ordered him to rest as much as he could.

Although he bitched about it, he agreed to stay home only a few days. I was going to be glad when he went back, because he was impossible to deal with while he was at home.

He glanced up as I walked in.

“Oh, you’re home. About time. Your mother left for work a little while ago.”

“Ok. You want anything to eat?”

“Nah.”

He sipped his beer, looking at me.

“So, any news about getting more hours at work?”

It was an old fight between us. He wanted me to work more, saying it would do me good. I told him over and over that I couldn’t get too much work because there were other people that had to be scheduled, and that it would interfere with my classes, but he never listened.

“No, Greg hasn’t had time to talk. He said next time he’s ready to make the schedule we will.”

He seemed to accept the non-committal answer and his focus returned to the tv. When I realized I would get away without a huge fight tonight, I quickly escaped up the stairs to my room. He must have downed more beers than normal by now to be that easy. I turned and headed up the stairs to my room. Shutting the door, I sat down on my bed and kicked off my shoes. It had been about a week since my delivery trip to Daniel’s, and every night, I jacked off to the memory of his mouth on me.

He was so hot, and so talented. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. I dreamt about him, daydreamed constantly, wondering what he was doing, and what kind of chance I could ever have with someone that hot and interesting.

I got up and walked over to my desk, sitting down and turning on my laptop. I pulled out the note from my pocket and smoothed the paper. At work today, I had used the computer to look up Daniel’s account information and got his last name. It wasn’t something that would go over well if Greg found out, but I just had to learn more about the guy.

I figured it was about time I did a little googling and see if I could find anything on-line.