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which one of you hunties was this?
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My money situation hasn't been the best lately. With rent and bills to pay, it's been a struggle. In my attempt to make ends meet though, I met someone I'd rather not meet.
A few nights ago I saw an ad on Craigslist looking for someone to help with moving a few large items and boxes up from the basement. The job offered $12 an hour cash, and estimated to be around 5-7 hours worth of work. That sounded great to me, and best of all it was in walking distance of my house.
I emailed the poster of the ad, and everything seemed great at first. He was thankful that someone had answered so quickly because he really needed to get things done.
After a few emails though, he hits me something....
He sends one saying, "I want you to know that I'm a gay man. How old are you by the way?"
Now, I'm going to do a job for this guy. His sexuality should be none of my business. If you call up a plumber to come to your house, you don't share that information with them.
I'm a 28 year old guy though. I'm in good shape, I never leave the house with a knife in my boot and a sidearm on my waist. I need the money, this guy is 68, if he tries anything I'm confident I can handle myself. Besides that, I like to think the best of people. I try to tell myself that maybe he's just a bit flamboyant, and has trouble in the past with hiring people who turned out to be homophobic.
The time comes, and I get to his house. He comes off as a normal and pleasant dude right from the bat. He's polite and friendly, has a really cool house. It's your typical middle class New England home from the early 40's. Not something I'd want to live in because they're so closed off with smaller rooms, but they have a nice charm. He's even furnished it with antiques from the time period.
So I'm put a little at ease with everything going so well at first. He takes me down in the basement, and it is a bit creepy. Let's be honest here, most basements are, even more so when it belongs to a stranger.
He shows me what needs to be done, and I start to get to work.
Everything goes fine the first hour or so. Then I notice out of the corner of my eye he's watching me from around the corner. I try and tell myself it's no big deal, he just wants to make sure I'm not stealing any of his stuff and I'm doing what I'm suppose to. After a few minutes he goes away.
Coming up on around thirty minutes later, he comes strolling in wearing nothing but underwear and socks.
'Oh sorry" he says, "I was just about to take a shower and forgot to tell you a few things."
Well not really the case, he just repeats something he told me earlier. He's 68 though, can't expect him to remember everything.
A little more time goes by and he calls from upstairs and tells me to come take a break and have a glass of water. Sounds good to me.
I get upstairs, walk into his living room, and he's sitting on the couch with his penis out. I freeze a bit and he says, "Oh is this ok with you?"
I told him that I already informed him I was straight, and if this is what he was looking for he hired the wrong person. He starts apologizing and puts his little buddy away and begs me to please finish the job, he didn't mean to make me uncomfortable.
Again, I need the money so I agree. I figure there's no way this guy could overpower me, and he has no idea I'm carrying.
I go back to work and everything is fine for another couple of hours. I go back upstairs once the job is done to let him know. He tells me no problem and to have a seat while he goes to get my money.
I sit down, and take out my phone to browse reddit while I wait. After a few minutes, I just know he's right next to me. It's something most people always manage to realize. I don't know the science behind it, if there is any. I didn't consciously see or hear anything, but maybe your brain picks up on little cues subconsciously. I turn behind me, and there he is. Dick out, going to town on it.
I admit I freeze a bit from the shock of it. He reaches out and puts his hand on my shoulder.....
Now this is probably what creeped me out the most. With his hand on my shoulder he leans a little towards me, smiles, and says, "Now don't go and tell anyone you say my willy, ok? This is just our little secret, nobody needs to know about it, right?"
That's not a line that should come to your mind if a 28 year old is your normal victim. That's the kind of thing you get use to saying after doing **** like this to ****ing kids.
At that point I jumped up, told him to give me the money he owes me, started towards the door. He hands me the money while still jerking off with his other hand and says again, "Don't forget it's a secret."
A few hours later he emails me: "Thank you for what you did for me today. I feel as though we bonded and connected on a very special level. This was a wonderful day I'll never forget. I have more work for you tomorrow. Maybe you will be become comfortable enough to learn to enjoy watching me share my private and pleasurable moments with you."
I didn't respond.
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dd, how did u find out abt that # 
