The Move - Part 1

Finally finished counting! So now I'm off to sleep for 1923 hours. 

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Part 1 of 2

It had taken almost five years of living on the bread line to finally be able to afford our first home. To say that we were over the moon, was the understatement of the century. Five years of staying in at the weekend. Five years of going to her mom’s for vacation. Five years of telling the kids “soon”, and here we were.

The house was a modest three bed. The boys finally got their own bedrooms, and Emma and I had wasted no time in taking advantage of the newfound privacy. All that was left to do was finish moving the last of our furniture from the old house to the new one.

Given the work that she’d put into the whole move, it felt only fair to give her a break, and so she headed off to her mom’s place for the weekend, taking the boys with her, and I was tasked with finishing up with the furniture.

I considered hiring a company, but what was the point? We were tight on money, so I called up a close friend of mine who owned a van, and he was only too happy to lend it to me for a day or two.

We’d known each other since college, and now that both of us were reaching forty, we both knew the struggles that came with family. He also had two kids, though he’d started a little earlier than I had. His eldest, an eighteen year old guy named Chase, was a carbon copy of his old man at that age.

A shock of golden blond hair, a set of watery blue eyes, and given his athleticism, I was certain that he was a very popular young man with the ladies. When my old pal offered me his son to help with the move, I eagerly accepted. Every little helped, and all that.

“You’re early” Dave said, reading a newspaper out on his porch. “Coffee?”

“Sure” I said, sitting down opposite.

Dave had grown a beer belly over the last few years, which wasn’t surprising. He’d settled into the ‘Dad Bod’, though I was desperately running from it, and still forced myself to work out three times a week.

“How’s Emma?” He asked.

“Good, she took the boys to her mom’s for the weekend”.

“Damn, I wish I could get a bit of peace like that” he chuckled, “I can’t remember the last time I had the house to myself”.

“I’d prefer a weekend alone with her, if I’m honest” I laughed.

“Yeah, that’s because your wife actually has a sex drive”.

I winced. “That bad, huh?”

“You’ve no idea” Dave sighed, “it’s been over a year”.

Before I could console him, Chase appeared in a loose t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. His hair was messy, his eyes; tired, and he yawned as he stretched his lithe body in front of me. As he did, his shirt rode up his smooth abdomen, revealing a set of youthful abs.

“What time do you call this?” Dave joked, and Chase shot him a sharp scowl.

“It’s eight in the morning, dad” he groaned, “on a Saturday”.

“When we were your age, we already had three paper rounds done by this time”.

“When was that, like three hundred years ago?”

“Get ready” Dave said, “Mike’s leaving soon”.

I could tell that Chase had no interest in helping me, and it was no surprise. There were likely a thousand things he’d rather do on a Saturday than help his old man’s friend move house, but I’d pay him for his troubles, so at least he’d have some cash for weed, or whatever it was guys his age took nowadays.

Twenty minutes later, Chase returned and looked more alive than he had done. He wore a pair of tight shorts which, much to my surprise, plumped out his ass. I ignored it and after a swift goodbye, the two of us took the van and headed to my old house.

“So” I said, trying to break the slight tension as we drove in silence, “how’s school?”

“It’s summer” he reminded me, and I cringed.

“Right, uh… Are you um… Are you going to college next year?”

“My dad wants me to, but I want to start my own business, instead”.

“What business would that be?”

“I buy old sneakers, repair them and sell them on” he explained, “so I don’t really need to go to college”.

“I see, how much money are you making from it?”

He considered it for a moment. “I made fifty bucks last month”.

A smile crossed my face. “Maybe you could go to college and have your business?”

“Maybe” he mumbled, and placed his hand on my knee. Immediately he pulled away. “Sorry” he said, before his cheeks burned and he turned toward the window. It was a mistake, of course, and I thought nothing more of it as we reached the old house.

“We’ll start with the sofa” I said, and watched as he bent down and picked one side up from the bottom. Once again, his ass filled out the shorts, and I couldn’t help but glance at it for a moment.

“On my own?” He grunted, until I snapped from my gaze and took the other side. I almost had to shake the strange thoughts from my mind.

One by one we loaded almost everything into the van and by the time we were finished, the mid day heat had caused us both to sweat profusely. Chase’s white t-shirt was now sticking to his body, and without issue, he peeled it over his head and stuffed it down the waistband of his shorts.

I had to admire his confidence. At eighteen, I wouldn’t have had the balls, but with a body like his, I didn’t blame him. His soft, tanned skin was completely hairless, and I wondered if he shaved it or if he was just naturally smooth. He rubbed his chest as he shielded his eyes from the sun, and looked over at me.

“Is that it?” He asked, and I nodded.

Without a word, Chase climbed back into the van, and left me alone with my increasingly concerning thoughts about him. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had me feeling that way. Perhaps it was the fact that the guy had the ass of a woman, or maybe there was something more to him. Once again, I ignored it and away we went.

He loosened up a bit on the journey. It was over an hour long, so I was glad that the awkwardness was gone. He told me about his soccer team and more about his business plan. He told me about his dad being a hard ass, which was amusing to hear considering his dad had been the craziest son of a bitch I’d ever known, growing up. The only question that Chase seemed somewhat reluctant to answer was whether or not he had a girlfriend.

“I um… Well, I did but… I kinda… I…” He tripped over himself until he swiftly changed the subject, and in that moment, I knew that Chase was gay.

Don’t ask how I knew it. There was nothing obvious about him, but I could tell. Naturally, I didn’t want to embarrass the poor guy, so I dropped the subject, but I can’t say that it didn’t stick in my mind as we finally reached the new house and began to unload the van.

He stayed topless throughout, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t slightly glad. I’d never been attracted to a man before, so the feeling was entirely new to me, but watching as he crouched down, and the tight muscles in his smooth back contracted and clenched, was doing something to me, and after twenty minutes of witnessing him like that, I felt the bulge in my pants.

“How about a drink?” I asked, and his eyes lit up.

“Like a beer?!” He almost gasped.

“Like a Coke” I replied, and his shoulders dropped.

“Fine”.

The two of us stood opposite each other in the kitchen. He hoisted himself up onto the counter as he slurped away on the Coke, and as he did, he gave me the perfect view up the leg of his shorts. I could see the cuff of his cotton white briefs, and was hardly able to take my eyes off it until he belched and looked directly at me.

“Nice house”.

“Thank you”.

“This is the type of house I want to have someday”.

“Well, keep working on your business and I’m sure you’ll have an even nicer one than this”.

He smiled. It was a very nice smile which reminded me of his dad’s. It brought me back a long time, when the two of us had experimented together. It was a night that I’d never forget.

“Are you painting?” He asked, and pointed toward the wall where I’d started, and then quickly remembered how much I fucking hated painting.

“I was trying” I laughed, and Chase jumped off the counter top and walked over.

“I love painting” he explained, “I can finish it for you if you want”.

I cocked a brow. I’d been speeding through the entire moving process because I was certain that he wanted to get home as soon as possible.

“Sure, but don’t you have plans today?”

He looked back and shook his head. “I could stay the night if you want” he shrugged, “I bet I can get every wall painted by then”.

Stay the night? Admittedly, the idea sent a shiver of excitement through me, but I wasn’t sure how his dad would feel about it. I watched as he poured some paint into the tray and ran the roller through it before stopping.

“I like these shorts” he said, and without a single word of warning, Chase slid them down his perfect legs, and draped them over the back of a chair. He smiled at me as he stood there wearing only his white briefs, and I quickly realised that I didn’t quite care how his dad would feel about him spending the night.

“You don’t mind me like this, do you, Mike?” He asked, and pulled the fabric of his underwear from the crack of his beautiful ass.

“No, Chase” I breathed, “I don’t mind at all”.