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| Freddy |
As long as I had lived in Baton Rouge, the first 18 years of my life, it had mostly been just me and Mom. When I was 10, she shortly dated someone, who quickly disappeared again as well. Not much later my Mom told me I was going to have a little sister. Jodi is 11 years younger than I, which is a large age gap for siblings. As a teenager, I didn’t give her much attention. Now, I took up the big brother role a bit more. But it is still a bit hard to relate to her at times. She now lives in Mom’s garage with her boyfriend of two years, Miguel. He’s a mechanic, she’s a waitress. Neither of them seem particularly ambitious to move out. From the day I turned 18 I worked hard to make a living for myself, starting out working in a store, but ending up managing it. In the evening I take business classes. Jodi has come and visited me in Miami a few times, but unfortunately only when I pay her flights. I didn’t see her over the holidays, as she spent them with Miguel’s family. As different as we are, I obviously love her and feel protective towards her.
My Uber took me to my Mom’s house in slightly over 20 minutes. When the driver left the Interstate and drove onto Siegen Lane, I remembered the Baton Rouge I grew up in. He took a left onto Perkins Road and I knew it wasn’t much further now. Another left onto a street that was easy to miss, and we were on Meadow Park Avenue. The busy road immediately seemed far behind me as soon I was back in the street where I played and rode a bike. It’s funny how long a street or a house can continue to feel like home, even if one hasn’t lived there for 15 years. It was a quiet street with lots of trees and ground floor houses. There was a basketball hoop on the driveway of my Mom’s house. I got out of the car. I dug into the front of my suitcase to find my key to the front door.
Everything was still mainly the same inside. The wooden kitchen cabinets, the dining table with six chairs, the leather sofa and the carpet floor. I was told beforehand that everyone would be working so no-one would be home. It was odd to think four people now lived here. I remember it feeling cramped with three. I took my luggage to my old room. Some things had changed, but it still had the single bed I had slept in until I graduated. My room had belonged to Jodi after I had moved out, but it was just a guest room now. I put my luggage down when I heard the front door open.
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| Cameron |
“Hey”, I said.
“Oh! Hi. You startled me.”
He looked at me with bright blue eyes and a perfectly white smile that showed the dimples in his cheeks.
“You must be Frederick”, he said.
“Call me Freddy”, I said as he walked over to shake my hand.
“Cameron”, he introduced himself. “I guess I’m your Mom’s new boyfriend!”
His perfect smile helped take the edge off the slight awkwardness of that announcement.
“I guess you are!”
So, there were several things about this guy. I noticed that I was surprised that he was Caucasian. My Mom, and both Jodi’s and my father were African American. I guess I had assumed Cameron would also be black. Secondly, I estimated this guy in his mid to late thirties. My Mom is 52. I’m 33. There were just several surprises about meeting Cameron that my Mom could have mentioned, but probably purposely didn’t. To confront me with my own implicit expectations.
“It’s great to finally meet you”, Cameron said, as he gave me a pat on the shoulder.
“Listen”, he continued. “Miguel isn’t feeling well and is sleeping in the garage, what do you say you and I go out and get some things so we can surprise Evelyn with a big birthday breakfast on Saturday?”
“She does love breakfast food!”
“Exactly!”
Once we sat down in his car and drove off to Calandro’s Supermarket, I asked if he got off work early today.
“Actually, no, I just have really early hours. I do the weather forecast for WAFB 9News.”
“Shut up! You’re on local TV?”
“9News This Morning’s Weather with Cameron Nettleton!”
I laughed. Somehow not the job I expected for him. He told me about his job while looking at the road ahead. I could shamelessly look at his gorgeous face without it seeming weird. There was something very masculine about his nose and chin in profile.
“So it’s 4:30 through 8 AM live, where I do four segments, and then they have me record some stuff for the noon show. Usually reviewing some things afterward and I’m good to go.”
“Wow, those are early mornings!”
“They really are. I do catch up on sleep in the weekends, thankfully.”
While we were getting supplies, it became clear that Cameron does know my Mom really well. He knew exactly what she liked, which hadn’t changed much since I last lived with her. I caught myself looking at Cameron whenever he bent over to grab something off a lower shelf. This man’s slacks were covering a perfectly round booty that challenged my own. Considering he was my Mom’s boyfriend, this was of course highly inappropriate and I told myself off for even thinking about what his milky white bubble butt would look like underneath his pants.
On the way back he mentioned, “So, you clearly work out…”
“Yeah”, I went, surprised by his remark, “five or six times a week.”
“I can tell, you look massive.”
I looked down at what I was wearing and the tight black V-neck did show off my shoulders and arms.
“So, would you wanna work out later?”, he suggested. “Your Mom and sister aren’t going to be back for a while.”
“Sure!”
Once we had put our groceries away, we each went into our rooms to change. When we came out at exactly the same time, I saw Cameron in a dark blue tanktop that showed off his gorgeous arms. They were big, but possibly not as defined as mine. I wore a white tanktop and he seemed very impressed with what he saw.
“Oh, come on, man! Look at those guns!”
Without asking permission he squeezed my biceps.
“Holy crap! You gotta teach me a thing or two!”
I smiled. I was unsure whether my mother had told Cameron about my sexuality. He was either very OK with me being gay or blissfully unaware. I wasn’t returning any of his compliments just to be sure.
He drove me back to Siegen Lane, where across from the Target I knew so well, there was a Planet Fitness in between a dollar store and a Mediterranean grill. Cameron had decided today would be arm day and after a short warm-up I showed him what exercises I did, which he tried to copy. I gave him some pointers and encouraged him to do 3 sets of 20 reps. A shiny layer of sweat appeared on his chest, forehead and arms. Veins appeared in his arm and neck. This was a wildly attractive man. I had to be honest, my Mom has great taste in men.
Cameron wanted to show me how much he could bench press, and asked me to spot him.
“Don’t hold it against her, but Evelyn… your Mom loves hearing about how much I press or when I break my personal record. Sometimes I send her a video when she’s working…”
“Ummm…”
“TMI?”, he asked as he looked up.
“Yeah.”
“Sorry.”
Honestly, seeing Cameron bench press was impressive. It explained his massive chest.
After a workout of about an hour, we returned home.
“I only shower at the gym if I need to be somewhere after. It’s only a 7 minute drive from home, so…”
I was not going to see Cameron in the gym shower, so much was clear. Seeing the circumstances, it might be for the best. I needed to reel in my developing crush on this guy.
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| Freddy |
“Ah! You done in there?”
He looked at me with a towel wrapped around myself holding my gym clothes in my hand.
“Yep.”
I could have sworn he looked me up and down quickly.
I got dressed in the bedroom and returned to the living room. I sat on the sofa and flipped through some of the channels myself. I stopped to look at some baseball. I got my phone and checked my messages and social media. I heard the shower go for a few more minutes until it stopped. I pretended to look at my phone but I saw him exit the bathroom. In one hand he held his gym clothes, among which I am pretty sure I spotted white briefs, in the other he held his towel. It was wrapped around his waist, but he hadn’t bothered tucking it in, he just held it up. His upper body was completely smooth and shiny from the water. His chest was absolutely perfect. He had medium sized nipples and surprisingly solid abs. I couldn’t really tell from the corner of my eye, but this guy had a six-pack at least. He opened the door to the bedroom my Mom always slept in, and obviously he now did too, and threw his clothes in. Then he walked toward me, still holding his towel with one hand.
“Is that baseball?”
“Yeah…”
“Who is it?”
“Yankees and Tampa Bay.”
I pretended not to care, but when he sat next to me, not taking his eyes off the TV, I got a little nervous. Cameron seemed so interested in the TV that I could steal looks of his upper body. It’s like he was teasing me when he put his arms on the back of the sofa and sat back. His towel was loose around his waist. I started to sweat. Cameron seemed oblivious. The match was almost over and he chatted to me about the match and the players. Then he mentioned he played basketball in Canada where he grew up. He moved to the US when he was 14. I forgot the rest.
Cameron sighed when the match ended.
“Well, your sister and Mom will probably soon come home. I should get ready to go out for dinner. She is happy you’re here and is treating you to a nice meal.”
He looked at me and patted me on the back.
“That sounds like her”, I said.
Cameron slowly got up, forgetting he didn’t tuck in his towel, and predictably it fell to the floor. His bulbous, beautiful ass was a sight to behold. Perfectly smooth and round.
“Oops”, he said lazily. The towel had fallen on his feet. He lifted his left foot up and took the towel from it to wrap it back around himself. He didn’t even look at me as this took place.
“I’ll be right back”, he announced as he slowly walked to his bedroom.
I wiped some sweat off my forehead. This guy was steaming hot but seemingly oblivious, or just playing a game with me. I was confused.
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