Uncovered Desires
EPISODE 3: Don’t let the wheelchair fool you
“Hello!” George greeted from inside the house. Jason turned and wheeled himself past the threshold, a bit startled at George’s nakedness so soon.
“You must be Jason. You are as handsome as your pictures. I can’t wait to see you naked.”
The two shook hands.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you. I know my guests are really going to appreciate you being here…because most of the guys coming here are over forty! What are you 30-something?
“Thank you for inviting me, and I promise I won’t talk taxes or financial advisement. I’m just here for fun,” Jason told him.
“You look like a Sugar Baby,” George scoffed just as Brandon passed by them, carrying two extra large, blue, insulated food boxes. He seemed to be in a huff.
“Oh! That’s Brandon, he’s the chef for today’s event.…but I’m sure that you two met at the door. Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Actually, I’ll take a beer,” Jason told George, following Brandon with his eyes.
Jason affected a smile, not letting on that the two had just had words at the front door.
“Why don’t you come with me,” George smirked, flirtatiously. “I’ll show you around and get you that beer.”
Minutes later, after the brief tour of the downstairs area George instructed Jason to go into the den to disrobe.
“And come look for me when you’re in the buff, baby. I’ll be the one in one of these swings with a line of men waiting to take their turns,” he giggled.
Jason wheeled himself past the kitchen toward the den where he was to disrobe, but he wasn’t sure that he was in the mood to eat food prepared by someone who almost killed him.
As he’s pulling off his clothes, his cell phone rang.
“Hello?.........Vincent! How are you? …..Yes, of course I remember the jacket in Sach’s…….What’s that?.......Oh really?.......When can I get it from you?.........I’m busy today Sexy, but can we meet tomorrow….maybe you can take me to lunch? …….Yes, I know. I gotchu………Don’t I always take care of you?......Yes, I know where that is…….1:00?.......Okay….Okay……Don’t worry!....I’ll take care of you. You already know what I’m working with…..” he ended the call, turned around and was startled to see Brandon walking in, wearing only an apron with the words, “The Naked Chef” across the front.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Brandon said, reaching for his jeans that were strewn across the arm of the sofa. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
“So you still don’t remember me, huh?” Jason said.
Brandon stopped for a second and looked at Jason.
Jason wheeled himself closer to Brandon, “Look at me good!”
Brandon did look. It took everything for him not to stare at Jason's thick, pink dick, squished between his legs, but he was too filled with rage to admire it.
“I’m looking and I still don’t know who you are!” Brandon insisted.
“I’ve been in this wheelchair for the last eight years because of you, and I’d never forget a face you fuckin drunk,” Jason hollered.
“Whoa! Keep you voice down,” Brandon insisted.
“Why!? Are you afraid that everyone will know that you're a drunk driver?”