After getting my under graduate degree from a prestigious mid-western school, I interviewed and was hired for a job in the tech industry in the Seattle area. I decided to make the trek and started my new life. I packed up the few belongings I had and made an uneventful trip in my 2007 Ford Fusion.
Although I was away from family and friends, I really enjoyed being on my own. I settled in to a small apartment not far from my job. After getting some basic furniture, paying deposits, rent and the like, I found myself very low on spendable cash. My social life would have to suffer until I could build up some reserve funds.
I was quick to make a couple of friends at work. After I was on the job for about a month, I started to have car trouble and took it to a local dealership where I found out that it would be over $1500 to fix the problem. One of my friends in work recommended a reliable, inexpensive mechanic a few miles away.
I made an appointment for Saturday and took my car in to the mechanic. It was a small operation located on a back street in a nearby town. There were 2 men working, an older mechanic and a guy in his 30's. I introduced myself to the younger man telling him my name was Tony and briefly explaining the problem to him. I did not tell him that I already had an estimate from the dealer. He turned out to be Jake, the owner of the garage. He was in his mid-thirties and said that he could diagnose the problem quickly. He told me to take a seat in the tiny waiting area. After about an hour, he came in and informed me of the problem and told me the estimate to fix it was a little over $1000. The whole time he was talking, I noticed he was looking me up and down.
Jake was very muscular, probably from all the heavy work that he does. He was about 6', 180lbs with short sandy blonde hair. His smile, tone of voice and mannerisms extruded an air of confidence. Not at all bad looking and I could tell he would clean up nicely. On the other hand, I was 5'10", 165lbs, brown hair and on the skinny side. I did manage to get to the gym now and then so I had a fairly nice physique.
What was I to do? I certainly didn't have that kind of cash after the move and had not had time to build up any in a few short weeks. I could Uber to work for a few days but couldn't possibly continue to do that on a steady basis while I saved up the money for the repair. I asked if he had some type of payment plan.
Calmly, he explained that although he didn't have a payment plan, he would be able to work something out. I was eager to hear what he had in mind.
Jake told me that he found me very handsome and was interested in a little "man to man" action. He would be willing to do the work free of charge if I would be willing to come over for the next 5 Saturdays after he closed. I was shocked, I had never been propositioned by another guy before. Up until that time, I had a few girlfriends in high school and college, and certainly was no prude in the sex department but I never even thought about gay sex. There was no curiosity or desire. And now, this man was coming up with an offer that would basically turn me into a whore for 5 weeks. I really needed the car to get back and forth to work so reluctantly, I pressed him for more details.
He said that if I were to come over after work for the next 5 Saturdays, he would show me things about gay sex that I would be guaranteed to enjoy. What was I even thinking? This guy wants me for his slut boi for 5 weeks at the equivalent rate of $200 per night. But, you know what they say, 'desperate times call for desperate measures.' Weighing the consequences and against my better judgement, I decided that I could put up with him for 5 weeks to get the work on my car completed. I shook his hand and said we had a deal. How bad could it be I thought?
Jake told me that it would take most of the day to repair and that if I wanted, I could leave and return late afternoon. Not having anywhere to go, I decided to stay in the waiting room and read a book that I had started.
About 4:00, Jake came out and handed me the keys. "Good as new'" he announced. Reaching for the keys, he gently took my arm and reminded me about our "appointment" next Saturday. I actually felt a tingle go through me.
Well one thing, he was right. The car drove better than new. He did excellent work but at what price?
Sunday flew by but the workweek seemed to drag on. The closer it got to the weekend, the more nervous I became. I could just not show up but I did give him my word so knew I would feel guilty if I backed out. By Friday, my stomach was in knots and I was a total mess. A couple of guys at work were heading out for some drinks. They saw something was troubling me throughout the week and decided it would be great to go out and hit a club or two. Normally I would have jumped at the chance, but I was in such a nervous state that I came up with some BS excuse and declined their invitation.
Most of Saturday morning I spent worrying about the evening. Finally it was Saturday afternoon and time to head over. After showering, I dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a polo shirt. It was a little after 4 pm when I left the apartment. Traffic was horrendous and I didn't get to the shop until almost 5. Jake was finishing up. His mechanic had already left so it was him and I. He greeted me warmly and told me to make myself comfortable in his office while he wrapped things up and closed up shop.
I entered his office which was very neat and organized. Besides his desk, there was a huge leather sofa and matching chair. In the corner was a mini refrigerator next to a door that I presumed to be a storage area. Trying hard to calm my nerves, I took a seat in the oversized leather chair.
In about 10 minutes, Jake entered. He came over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and told me how happy he was to see me. He told me how nice I looked and suggested that we sit and get to know each other. "How about a beer?", he offered. I was hoping a beer or two or three would help to calm the nerves so I eagerly accepted.
He went over to the door by the mini-fridge and when he opened it, I was surprised to see that it led to a small apartment. You entered into a small living room, to the left was a little kitchenette and I guessed the door on the right led to a bedroom. The apartment was tastefully decorated, spotlessly clean and very inviting.
The aroma of the food cooking wafted through the small apartment. "After working all day, I'm starved. I hope you're hungry too," he stated. "Dinner will be ready in a less than an hour." I began to feel a little at ease.