Randy got back to Rod’s place about three that afternoon. He had picked up his few belongings from his stepfather’s place and left a note saying he had a job and a place to live and wouldn’t be back, not that Sam would care. Rod gave him a hand carrying stuff in – two loads and it was done!

“Pierre got here while you were gone…you’ve gotta meet him – he’s a riot! He can’t speak English worth a hoot, but he sure ‘communicates’ well!”

Randy had a mental picture of some big, fat, smelly slob of a chef – and frankly, wasn’t really too interested in meeting him. “Yeah, I guess…!”

“I’m serious – you’re really gonna enjoy meeting him, and I know he’s gonna take a liking to you!”

“Just what I need – some French toad who really likes me!” Randy thought… “So, where is he?”

“In the kitchen, getting something put together for tonight, tomorrow and Monday…he’s only here Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoons. Are you wearing a strap under those 501s?”

“Yeah…why?”

“Drop the jeans…put on your armbands…and I’ll take you down to meet him!”

“Whatever you say…you really sure I need to meet this guy?”

“He’s part of my house staff – part-time, but yeah…he’ll be working for you since you’re my PA, so you better get to know him a little.”

“OK – if you insist!”

Rod was wearing just his usual harness and sandals…Randy the three straps and sandals. When they entered the kitchen, Pierre had his back to them peeling potatoes. The water was running and the radio was on…so he didn’t hear them enter. Randy was more than a little surprised at what he saw. Pierre was 5’4”…maybe 5’5”…slight build…140 pounds at the most, long dark hair, very narrow hips…firm ass, dimpled cheeks covered with fine dark hair that extended to his ankles. He was obviously not an athlete, but certainly “eye candy!” Rod came up behind him, grabbed a tuft of hair between his legs, just behind his balls and tugged.

“Ah, Meestar Rod – I know it you, ’cause no one else pick my ass so good!” Pierre turned around to face Rod and Randy. His chest was covered with dark fur, thinning from just under his pecs to where it expanded into a heavy pubic bush which circled his pale, uncut cock and almost obscured his balls. He was about half hard, his glans just peeking out of its protective hood. “Oh, Meestar Rod, you have such pretty man with you!”

“This is Randy, my PA…you’ll be working with him some, especially when we plan weekend events.”

Pierre extended a wet hand. “’Allo, pretty man, Rhondee – I am Pierre…Dr. Mike give me to Meestar Rod to cook, but I do most work for Dr. Mike and go Chef School. Meestar Rod give me good money and good sock too!”

“Good sock?” Randy asked.

Rod shifted uneasily from one foot to another as Pierre went on to explain. Pierre had “outed” him! “Oui, he sock on me sometime…give very good sock…make much – how you say…com! He give you sock too, no?”

“Um, well…he, um…yeah.”

“You are lucky bastard getting sock from Mr. Rod! Here, you feel my