Peter was depressed. The last two years have been the greatest of his life. Having all the sex had turned him into a nympho. He couldn't get enough. But his depression wasn't about the sex. It was about his mom. His mom's 39th birthday is coming up and he has no idea what to get her. He grabbed Star this afternoon to go shopping with him hoping to come up with some ideas.
They were driving through the neighborhood heading for the better part of town when Star touched his arm. "Hey Peter, those duplexes are up for sale. Why don't you buy them? That way your mom can have her own place?"
Peter looked at the duplex as he pulled into the right driveway. He turned off the car, and then they got out. Star looked in the house on the left while he looked in the one on the right. "I think they are identical, just backwards." Star said peeking in the living room window that Peter had just been looking in.
Peter looked at the for sale sign. "Two 1 bedroom duplexes with a spare room, needs work, $125,000 for both. If interested call Stan (555)555-3269.
Peter whistled, "$125,000."
Star moved up next to him. "Yea, but it says that's for both. That's pretty cheap. Even in this neighborhood."
Peter nodded opening his cell phone. A man answered on the second ring, when Peter mentioned he was interested in the duplexes the man told him he would meet him there.
Peter and Star sat on the hood of his car to wait for the owner.
10 minutes later a small Chevy pickup pulled into the other driveway. A small short man about 60 climbed out. He had salt and pepper hair, a beer belly but a nice smile. "Hi, I'm Stan, are you the gentleman who called?" he asked as Peter moved off the car to his feet.
"Yes sir. I am interested in buying them." He shook Stan's hand.
"Well come on in, I'll show you one of them. They are pretty much identical." Stan led them towards the house on the left pulling out a set of keys while Star smiled with a look that said 'told you so.'
Peter just ignored her as he stepped into the house. The front door led into a small living room with a small dining room and kitchen off to the left.
"They need all new appliances and a new coat of paint." Stan said as they stood in the kitchen. The stove had gunk all over it and the fridge looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years.
When Star opened it, she shut it quickly as a strong stench filled the room. "Sorry." She said as Stan cracked a window.
The older man just smiled. "No problem. You buy this place and I'll haul those off for ya."
Peter nodded then followed Stan as he went back into the living room. He led them off to the left into a medium sized room.
"This is actually the bedroom." He said showing them the walk-in closet. "This door here, leads to the bathroom." He led them into the medium sized bathroom. There was a claw foot tub as dirty as the stove as well as a toilet and a sink built into a shelf. There was a medicine cabinet on the wall.
Stan led them back through the bedroom, then into the other door leading off the living room. This room was smaller then the bedroom. "This is the extra room. Last tenants turned it into a study."
Peter looked around the place while Star watched him. "What do you think Pete?"
Peter took his eyes from the peeling wallpaper to look at her. Then he turned to Stan. "Is the other one in as bad a shape?"
Stan ran his hand over his chubby neck. "Yea, pretty much."
Peter nodded moving back into the living room. "I'll give you $110,000 cash up front and haul away all the debris."
Stan seemed to consider this. If he took it he would be losing $15,000 but at the same time he wouldn't have to deal with it at all afterwards. "You got a deal." He shook Peter's hand.
Stan followed Peter to the bank where he got a cashier's check for the amount decided on. Stan signed over the title, told him who to talk to when it came to tax time then left the two younger people with a smile on his face.
As they left the bank, Peter pulled out his cell phone. "Who ya calling?" Star asked as they got into the car.
Peter smiled at her. "Our street friends', girlfriend. We've got a lot of work to do and not much time to do it."
Over the next week, Peter was swamped. During the day he worked on the duplexes, at night he sold his body. The night before his mothers birthday he was once again in the back of Michael's limo, having his ass reamed when he rested his head on his hands. He closed his eyes as he felt Michael slam into him and ended up falling asleep.
A little while later he awoke lying with his head in Michael's lap, while the older man stroked his hair. "Am I that boring lover?" Michael asked with a grin.
Peter sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I've been so busy this week. I guess it caught up to me. If you want you can have tonight as a freebie."
Michael shrugged. Peter knew that with Michael it wasn't about the money, it was the closeness and companionship he craved. He ran his hand lightly over Peter's face. "I've got a better idea, my brother Jeff just graduated from Harvard. He's gay but has never been with another man and is coming to stay with me over the summer. How about I bring him along to our next liaison and you can show him the ropes?"
Peter thought about it, he had never done a threesome but it did sound like something he might be interested in. "Okay, sounds good."
Michael just smiled.
When Melissa saw the apartment that Peter had bought for her, she broke down into happy tears. The duplex was decorated in replicas of 19th Century Victorian furniture.
The claw bathtub in the bathroom had been replaced with a whirlpool bathtub/Jacuzzi. The kitchen was decorated with all the latest appliances and Peter had even found a heart shaped table in his mothers' favorite color. "I love it baby." She had cried against his chest as he held her. Peter just smiled.
Peter's apartment was decorated pretty much the same way, except he had brought the furniture from their old apartment to furnish his. He did spend out the extra money to buy a big screen TV and a waterbed though.
Peter was lying on the couch watching TV and wearing nothing but a long silk robe and a thong when the doorbell rang. He slowly pulled himself to his feet as he clicked off the football game he had been watching. He brushed his hair back from his face, and then answered the door.
