Hook or Crook

“Yes, I know, Mr. Arrington,” Nathan answered. A very nice, tenor voice. Steady. He didn’t seem at all nervous talking with the naked, forty-five-year-old father of his new lover. Well, I intended to fuck some fear into him before I was done.

“Seth tells me you work with people’s computers . . . sort of work out the kinks. True?”

“That’s right. You got kinks in your computer to straighten out, Mr. Arrington?” He was giving me a smile that I couldn’t figure out. These open, hunky surf dude types can be hard to read. I didn’t know if he was being half snotty or just friendly. But I knew I did have something for him to straighten out. In fact, it was already straight, and if I backed off from this fence between my patio and the neighbors’, he could see how straight—and fat and long—my cock could get for him.

“Yes, I can’t figure it out. My favorites list is all fucked up,” I answered. “When I click on one URL, a different site comes up.”

“That’s strange,” Nathan said. “I’ve never encountered that.” And I could tell by his smile—he was almost salivating—that I’d given him a challenge that no computer geek could resist.

“Do you have anything to do at about eight this evening?” I asked, knowing that Seth planned to be off to the gym then.