out of the house…and, y’know – be accepted for myself!”

“Well…let’s see what we might do. You look like you’re in good shape – not afraid of a little hard work…pool, yard…around the house…driving. You’re still in school, right?”

“Yeah…just started my Senior year…will probably stay around and go to the Community College after graduation if I get the right job and a place to live.”

“Well – what I’m looking for is someone to do yard work, maintain the pool – next summer, of course…do some inside work – general housekeeping stuff…keep up with my personal calendar, answer the phone…get messages right…y’know – ‘right hand man’ stuff…help out when I entertain…accompany me on trips sometimes as my valet and personal assistant. It’s got to be the right person…mature enough to act appropriately in social situations – young enough to enjoy a good time without acting like a silly kid…a tall order, I know…and so far, I haven’t found anyone that fits the bill. Any of that sound interesting to you?”

“Yeah, man…I mean – ‘yes, sir’ – it all sounds great…I just don’t know if I’d be able to keep up with school and football and all…of course, football will be over in a couple months…”

“If I hired you, none of that would change – your education and personal activities would be top priority…just the job and housing status would change…we can work out details later if I hire you. I guess the best way to describe what I’m looking for in the guy I hire is that he’d become part of the family…even though I’m going to be paying him, I’ll be treating whoever it is like a son…well, no…probably more like a younger brother.” Rod paused for a long moment…eyeing Randy very carefully.

Randy felt a little self-conscious as he was being eyeballed…but welcomed the interest. He tried, but couldn’t read Rod’s facial expression, but noticed that he seemed to be fondling the head of his dick as his hand rested on his thigh. He thought of matching the action, but didn’t want to be too obvious. He did lock eyes with him and smiled broadly as he was being “felt up” visually.

“I like what I see – and hear…that doesn’t mean you’ve got the job, but it’s a step…don’t know if you’ve ever been told, but you’re a very, very good looking young man!”

“Thanks, Sir…I like to take care of myself – and like to look good.”

“You certainly do that…look good, I mean! Mind if I ask some personal questions?”

“Shoot…”

“Why do you want to get out of your step-father’s house?”

“He’s treated me like crap ever since he married my Mom…she died last year, and that made it even worse…in fact, he told me he wanted me out – the sooner the better…besides, he thinks I’m a Fag…”

“Are you?”

“Well, yeah…I guess – just hate having it thrown at me like that…and the way he says it, - it’s like I’m some kind of horrible creep or something…I mean, I’m still ‘me’…his wife’s kid!”

“I understand…really – I do…ran into the same bullshit from my own father twenty years ago…you got a boyfriend?”

“Nah – had a j.o buddy a couple years ago…he graduated and went to college…he was someone fun to