I stretched as I walked up the steep hill. It was a job, I thought, and thus far nothing had happened like I was warned might happen. Besides I could do this and go to classes.
If I did enough of these jobs, I could stop working at Pappa Joe's to clean up at closing. There's something about sweeping and mopping a flower covered floor, wiping tables, cleaning class and scraping pizza ovens that just didn't make me feel like it was worth it. Besides I didn't make enough money there anyway.
But I needed time to go to classes, do my homework and just get through one more year.
Then my roommate just couldn't make his entire share of the rent and he begged me to help him. I urged him to call his parents but he wouldn't. I think they disowned him after findig out he was HIV+ and guess what? Gay.
He admitted it to me like I was going to kick him out. But of course I didn't. Who would? He was a friend and we're long past the days when fear of breathing the same air or touching the same dishware caused concerns. Even if it was to be concerned about, he was a friend...
So I took the job delivering summons. It was easy pay thus far and I would do it so early in the morning I usually found the people involved. Most were not happy, and a few angry but nobody threatened me.
Maybe it was my boyish innocent looks....I guess you'd call me a farmboy, all american, boy next door. I was kind of sick of hearing all that until I started going to Berkley.
Across the Bridge in San Francisco, I found lots of people liked my look. And frankly as my fantasies of making love to men became real encounters, I didn't mind it at all.
And there were all kinds of men too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut. I've been here for almost four years, winter and summer. And I like dating, meetnig people and at my age I tend to give in to sexual experiences when available. I found that I've learned lots about myself as well as other people. Hell, I've dated overweight older men and young Asians, latinos (they call themselve La Raza here) and skinny runner types.
I've even experienced the leather crowd and a few other so-called kinky types. Hell, what you do in the privacy of someone's bedroom stays there (sorry Las Vegas).
The hills in some parts of San Francisco are steep and that one was one of the steepest. By the time I got to the top, My grey t shirt was damp. It was one of my favoriate ones..grey withthe word ARMY across the chest.
Anthony had sent it to me from the Point. He's my older brother, a graduate of West Point and now trudging through the desert. He's gay too..but nobody knows it...at least nobody he doesn't trust. He trusts me...and I trust him.
Our folks will flip out totally when they find out both of their sons are gay. But that's another story and I'll deal with that when its' time. There's no need to force them to accept or not...that kind of "coming out" is confrontational and I dont' need it. Anthony doesn't either, weve discussed it.
He plans to come here when he gets out of the Army...and we're going to room together. I plan to stay here when I graduate next year anyway.
Traffic started to pick up. Commuite hours were beginning. But it was still a good time. Most people are jsut getting up or having breakfast at this time of day. Some go to work early but the ones who summons usually go to are unemployed or not the go to work early types. Oh yea there are shift workers..but they tell me that when they hand me an assignment.
Sometimes I've gotten up at three am to deliver one...though I dont' like to..especially in Oakland. You'd think a city where the former Governor is Mayor and a wealthy person in his own right and the son of one of the most celebrated Governors of this state, would be safer then Oakland is..but you can literally hear gunshots in the middle of the night there. So I don't take those assignments too often. I jsut tell them I dont' have a car.
Besides I like the mornings, I guess you'd call me an early morning person..waking with the hardest cock you could imagine, jacking off in bed, in the shower and sometimes a third time before I even leave the house.
I do have a vespa..but I rarely use that on these jobs. But I like to walk and besides, I can run away quicker on foot if I have to.
I reached the address. It was on the other side of an area call Nob Hill. That's where the wealthy used to live...some still call it snob hill. But now there's a gay porn movie house nearby, two of the swankiest hotels, Grace Cathredral then just apartments..overpriced like eerywhere in this city.
I walked the few blocks to the address 640BB. The double letters usually means a back room apartment, basement or something. In this case it was a long narrow staircase that took me tot he roof. On the roof was a poorly constructed building.
I stopped for a minute because the view of the city from there was fantastic. BUt I had a job to do and a class to go to.
I knocked and he answered quickly.
I stared at him in as much awe as I had the scenery.
Casper was a tall very slender and tanned man. He was barefoot, shirtless and his hair tossled as if he just got out of bed.
"Sorry if I woke you" I said.
"No problem, I'm a morning person" he said in a slightly southern accent.
His worn jeans rested mid way on his hips so low you could see the tan line and almost the top of his pubic hair.
The top button was undone as were the top buttons on his fly. He put his hands in his pockets which pushed his jeans a bit lower. If it weren't for the bottom buttons on his fly or perhaps his buttocks they would have slipped down his long and what I suspected were tanned legs.
"Yea?" he asked. It was short but not rude.
"I'm sorry" I usually said this to keep my innocent boy look and attitude going. I didn't see a knife or baseball bat nearby so I figured i was safe. Besides if he chased me, he'd be walking barefoot on the rooftop stones I had crossed.
"I gotta give you this" I handed the summons to him. He looked at it and I started to leave.
"Hey wait" I hesitated, figuring my estimation of him was wrong and he was about to get angry.
"Want some coffee? You look like you could use it as bad as I..just made some"
And for some reason I nodded and followed him in.
"You're all sweaty" he observed.
"The hills" I said.
He nodded and reached for my shirt and began peeling it over my head "I can put it in the dryer for you"
I was half naked and my cock was stirring. being stripped always made me horny.
"Nice and smooth" he observed too.
We drank the coffee and he pointed out the buildings in the nearly 360 degree view from his poorly constructed abode.
"I think it was a tool shed or something..but it's cheap" he said without me asking. There was basically one large room that served as bedroom, living room and kitchen. A bathroom was in one corner and next to it was one of those stacked washer-dryers.
My shirt was spinning in the dryer as he gave me the grand view tour.
His arm went across my shoulder a few times and as it rested there his fingers pet me. I knew that I would be late to class.
"So what's the summons for?" I asked. He looked at me as if I shoudl know. "I just get a fee to deliver it, I dont' read em" I explained knowing his unspoken question.
"Just some creditors" he said. I nodded non judgamental, I had creditors of my own.
"Would you like to live here?" He asked. "I could use some help on my rent besides I think we'd make good roomies".
"It's a bit small" I said knowing the one room apartment I now shared was even smaller. Actually this rooftop plce was quite large...
"well he said" I tried not to stare as he removed his jeans whiel talking "the great part is that it's totally private. Most people don't even know there's a place up here at all"
He was naked now..and though there was a slight tan line, it appeared he had been laying naked in the sun. As if answering my observation he said "Hell we can stay naked all the time, sun on the roof and fuck all we want"
"I don't know we just kind of met" I said.
His fingers were busy unbuckling my belt and then taking my pants down. I rarely wore underwear under my jeans. That day was no exception, so he saw my erection as soon as he had my pants off my hips.
We didn't speak. We kissed, we sucked and we fucked. I'm not sure who did what to who first but I do know we both did it all to each..or I should say for each other.
He was right, staying naked was fun. It's been weeks and already I'm tanned all over..and every morning early we're both up...and satisfying our lusts.
We're both morning people after all.