Just then, they heard the house door slam, indicating someone was coming out to the shed. In a hurried mess, they threw back on their athletic clothes, barely getting everything on before the door opened up.
"What happened in here?!"
It was the bartender. After walking into the shed, he had only needed a second to examine the situation and realize what had happened. The disheveled appearance of Jamie and Mark's clothing, much less the embarrassed looks on both their faces, was an easy giveaway.
"Never mind," the bartender continued, subtly acknowledging his error. "Jamie, your mom was wondering what was taking so long with the chairs."
"Fuck," said Jamie, "I completely forgot. Tell her I'll be inside with them in a sec."
The bartender left, and Jamie and Mark both let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow, that was close," said Mark.
"Well he obviously knew what was going on," responded Jamie.
"Okay, sure. But honestly who cares? At least it wasn't your mom or dad! Plus, I kinda think it's sexy getting caught." Mark winked at Jamie.
"Didn't realize you were an exhibitionist," Jamie threw back with a smile.
"I'm full of surprises today, Jamie." In unison, they started grabbing the chairs to bring inside.
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A few hours later, the party was about to start. After finishing up all the tasks for his mom, Jamie took a shower and got ready. It was a black tie event, so he made sure his teeth were sparkling, put on some cologne, and threw on his tuxedo. He admired himself in the mirror, loving how the slim fit of the jacket and pants accentuated his wide chest and thick ass.
Too bad there wouldn't be any other gay gays at the party
, he thought. Everyone invited was a friend of his parents, and pretty much all were straight couples.
The party began at 7pm and slowly the guests began to arrive. Jamie's parents greeted everyone at the door, who trickled in through the house, chatting and grabbing drinks. Music played in the background, evening out the ebb and flow of conversation as people became acquainted and old friends caught up.
But Jamie hardly knew anyone at this party, so he decided to get drunk. Of course, this would mean interacting with the bartender who had caught Jamie and Mark earlier in the day. But Jamie wasn't deterred. After all, he was young, fit, and allowed to fuck whoever he wanted.
Who cares if Mark was a bit older than him?
Jamie figured. He walked confidently over to the bartender as if nothing had happened.
"Hey man, could I get a whiskey?" He tried to seem casual and completely unphased.
"Sure," he replied, grabbing a short glass and giving Jamie a hefty pour. In that moment, Jamie couldn't help but notice how cute the bartender was. He was a little on the short side for a guy, maybe 5'9", but built. Even through his suit, it was obvious that his chest was jacked and arms were built. He had short black hair, soft brown eyes, and a strong jawline. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than Jamie.
As he handed Jamie the glass, he looked right into Jamie's eyes and broke the tension.
"Sorry for earlier, man. I didn't mean to...um, surprise you two."
Jamie was surprised this guy would even bring that up, but he also seemed pretty chill with it.
"No big deal, man. We've all been caught fucking an older friend of our parents, anyway," Jamie responded sarcastically with a laugh.
The bartender's jaw dropped open, clearly taken aback by the joke. But after a moment of shock, he laughed and smiled.
"To be honest, I've seen a lot of shit go down at events like this. It's a never-ending loop of booze-fueled sex acts when rich people get together."
Jamie sipped his drink. "Glad I didn't corrupt you then. So tell me, what sorts of things have you encountered?" He was curious.
