Randy had had it…living with his stepfather, Sam – a surly, burly, pompous oaf who had never given a rat’s ass about him…and who cared even less now that his Mom was gone. When she died of cancer last year the bastard made it pretty clear that he wanted Randy out of his life as soon as possible…“you’re not my blood, you’re probably a Fag anyway – so the sooner you’re gone, the better!” He was now almost eighteen – the age he could legally be on his own in Colorado. He had worked at the hardware after school and on weekends since he was sixteen…saved as much as he could…bought an old Honda...now figured that if he just had a place to crash he could pretty much make it. In any case, he determined to be gone on his birthday in three weeks…even if he had to sleep in his car!

As to his being a Fag…he was pretty sure when he was thirteen…was positive by the time he turned sixteen. The only other person who had any idea was his friend, Ned. Both had been on the football team…Ned was a Senior - first string, Randy a Sophomore - second string, but “on the team” when they “discovered” each other by accident one afternoon after practice a couple years ago when Randy caught Ned jackin’ off in the locker room. He was just out of the shower…on the bench, back against the lockers…naked, head back, eyes closed…strokin’ with his right hand, rolling his balls with his left. Randy quickly stripped off his tank, popped the buttons on his 501s, slid them down to his ankles and silently sat on the bench beside him. He grabbed his own rigid cock and matched Ned stroke for stroke. Jackin’ with another naked guy – his first time ever - turned out to be an incredible turn on, and he could tell that Ned was really into it as well! Both guys shot huge loads onto their bellies at just about the same time. Still without speaking, they cleaned up, pulled on their tanks and 501s and headed for the bus stop. Ned spoke first: “Hey, man – that was great…next time we jack each other…ok?”

“Cool…!” Randy replied.

“Sounds good to me…see ya later!” Ned responded. To every one else but Ned, Randy was a quiet loner…a football jock…honor roll student…too shy to date… His occasional j.o. sessions with Ned nicely augmented his twice a day “PSI” – personal satisfaction initiative – that he was enjoying regularly at fifteen!

Just before summer break, when Ned was getting ready to graduate and head off to summer school at the University, he gave Randy a copy of the local monthly gay rag - “Mountain Men.” It had some interesting articles…ads…advice…and personals (which he wanted to respond to, but feared being “outed” if he did.) They were always on the “Free” rack at the bookstore, and Randy made sure he got a copy the first of every month. Each issue had a few help wanted ads, and to his delight when he picked up the September issue, he found an interesting ad: “Wanted: general handyman/houseboy and/or personal assistant. Good pay, uniform & room for right applicant. 555-2469 – ask for Rodney Cox.”

“Mr. Cox? This is Randolph Dix…Randy. Anyway, um…I was wondering about your ad in “Mountain