(For Jay and all the other gut punchers out there. -Steve)
A Door Opens
Danny Townsend was down on his luck. He thought he had a good job at the tire plant until the virus hit and everything shut down. Now he was out of work, almost out of money, and plumb out of options. At twenty-four, he was a fine physical specimen. Hours in the gym in school had muscled him up, honed his body. He liked to wear tight clothing to show off his physique and it was not uncommon for him to get wolf whistles from women and men when he went out on the town. He also liked to bar crawl on the weekends he wasn’t working. He preferred leather and cowboy bars, and liked to dress as a construction worker, tight shorts, athletic T, and heavy boots. Danny avoided fluff and twinks. He had been picked up a few times, worked over as a bottom, and liked it. Still, he hadn’t met “the One.”
Over the years since school, Danny had kept in touch with a few of his former wrestling buddies. They formed a club of sorts, getting together twice a month for some grappling. Some pervert of a gym owner allowed them wrestling time after hours in his gym. The “rent” was allowing him to watch their bouts. He furnished all six with special singlets cut so low in front the hem was millimeters above the base of their dicks. The backs were reduced to thong strings. When they got the inevitable hardons from wrestling, the skimpy garments were a total turn-on for the wearers and the watcher. Sometimes he asked them to oil-wrestle naked which, again, everyone enjoyed. Then there was always the grab-assing in the showers afterwards, which he also watched.
It was late one Tuesday night, when his buddies had just left, that the pervy gym owner, a Mr. Payner, stopped Danny on his way out.
“Good wrestling, boy,” he said, sidling up to the young man.
“Yeah, we enjoyed it, too, sir,” Danny replied. “Thanks for letting us use the gym.”
“No problem,” Mr. Payner replied. Then he continued: “Did I hear you talking about losing your job? I thought you said something like that.”
“Well, yes, sir, that’s right. I was laid off with everyone else when the tire plant closed down. This fuckin’ virus has turned everything upside down.”
“Certainly has,” Payner agreed. “But, there is that old saying: when one door closes another one opens.”
“Yes, sir,” Danny nodded. “I’ve heard that, too, but I don’t see any open doors in my future. At least not right now.”
“Things are not that bleak, boy,” Payner said earnestly.
Danny thought he saw a crack of light coming from an open door. “What do you mean, sir?” he asked.
“I don’t know if you noticed it or not, but when y’all leave and I close up the gym, one of my security guards shows up for his night shift.”
“Yes, sir, I have noticed that. Big guy, as I recall,” Danny answered. “I don’t think I’d like to tangle with him!” he added, grinning a bit.
“That’s right, he is a big guy,” Payner grinned back. “And he’s well trained to take care of the place when we’re not here.” Then he continued: “He works for me, Danny. I also own a small security company in town. Business has been good, even with the quarantine. Lots of businesses have been temporarily shut down – at least we hope it’s temporary – and there’s an increased need for security guards to make sure nothing bad happens. I mean, this neighborhood does have a fairly high crime rate even in normal times. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Sir?” Danny asked in question. Maybe the door opened another inch.
“Yes, I’d like to hire you on as a guard in my company. I just got two new inquiries and, frankly, I need more bodies on my team. You’re certainly fit and I can see from your wrestling that you can take care of yourself. That’s what I’m looking for. Interested?” he asked at the end.
“Yes, sir!” Danny replied. A job, a real job. That meant money, money for rent, food, booze, whatever. And just in time. His rent was due in a week and there was only a half bottle of Jack left. “So, sir, what do I have to do to get the job?” he asked eagerly.
“Very easy, boy,” Payner replied. “There’s a few tests my trainers will put you through, just to make sure you have the right stuff for the job. I’m sure you’ll do well. After that, the job’s yours.” He stopped for a minute to let the offer sink in, then added: “And I pay very well, too.”
“Wow, sir!” Danny said in stark innocence. “I can’t believe this is happening!”
“Believe it, boy,” Payner said happily. He took his wallet out of a back pocket and withdrew a business card. “Here, report to this address tomorrow at noon. I’ll have my trainers there and we can start the evaluation. And here’s something to tide you over,” he added.
Danny took the card and the money. It was a C note. Then he pumped Payner’s hand, despite the virus protocols. “Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.”
At that moment Payner’s security guard showed up.