Hi guys, Nick here, but you guys know me as Gregk, the author of Spring Break Newport Edition. I plan on continuing that story but I wanted to take my writing in a new direction, and what better way to do that than with a new story? I hope you guys like this one just as much as you used to like SBNPE 1 & 2. Enjoy!
I was 26 years old when I finally graduated college. I had put it off for a couple of years to enjoy my newfound—out of high school freedom. In fact, I hadn’t planned on going to college at all at first, I figured I could get some a job anywhere and support myself comfortably. Hey, my dad did it. He didn’t go to college and he had one of the most successful businesses in the tri-state area. After four years of nagging I finally went to Penn State and, at the behest of my mother and grandfather, got a degree in accounting and money management. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my parents found it essential if I planned to take over my dad’s business when he retired.
After graduation I lived at my parent’s home up in Beacon Hill over the summer but late in July I got a call from an accounting firm in the city and they offered me a job. Exactly how, I don’t know because I never applied anywhere, but I was happy to be trying something new and most importantly getting out of my parents’ house.
So that’s how I got here—sitting in a taxi cab barreling down the interstate on my way into Philadelphia my new city. I was excited, yet nervous. I had put a down payment on the top floor of an old brownstone townhouse sight-unseen. Who knows what I could be walking into right now.
“Where’d you say this thing was again?” the cab driver asked.
“Uhm North Pendelton street from what the address on the lease paper says.”
“3110” I replied.
He was holding the steering wheel with his left hand and tapping away at a suspended GPS system.
“Oh great. We’re only about 5 minutes away, it’s midtown.”
I turned and looked out the window; it was a rainy day pretty usual for the fall weather. The temperature was starting to drop and I was thankful for the thick sweater I had put on instead of the tank top I had started out wearing earlier this morning. I felt myself swaying involuntarily as the driver rounded a corner. The high-rise buildings we had passed uptown were slowly getting smaller and shorter as they turned into small storefronts, office buildings, and restored townhouses. I scanned door-fronts as the numbers dropped from the 5000s to the 4000s.
“3110” I said to myself.
As the driver kept up his steady speed the numbers fell from the 3900s down to the 3700s the house all looked the same the dark brown facades with large red or black doors, with uniform, almost identical windows and matching casements. I had been lying to myself when I said I wasn’t nervous, because I was. Coming to a new city, where the only people I might know were some of my parents stuffy friends was a bit intimidating. A new job, fresh out of college…these were big prospects for me, and the stakes were high. It was either make it or break it from this moment forward.
“Here we are.” He stepped on the breaks a little too hard and the car made a screeching noise as it halted in front of what I presumed to be my building. I glanced up at the number. It matched the one from the lease documents that my landlord had given me. The place was larger than I thought. It was the length of two of the average brownstone houses I was familiar with; the front was a dark dirty brown. Not the grime buildings get from simply being in the city though but painted as such.
“How much?” I asked getting out and walking to the passenger seat window.
He pointed at the meter: “78.67” he said crisply. I dug in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. All I had was 60 bucks and a credit card.
“I only have 60…will that work?”
“Will that work? Will that work?” he sounded insulted, but then he stopped as if he was considering. “Better than nothing I guess.” He said snatching the money. He began to pull off.
“Hey chill!” I have to get my bags. “Pop your trunk.”
He was grumbling about something as I walked around the back of the car to the now open trunk. There were two duffel bags and carry-on. The rest of my stuff was being driven down by a moving truck.
“Thanks.” I said slamming down the trunk, but he was already speeding off. “Jerk!” I walked up the stairs, griping the iron railing as I went. I hit the doorbell there was a buzzing inside. A girl appeared from a hallway and opened the door.
“High I’m the new tenant.”
“Oh…uhm. Lance right?”
“Yes, Lance Henderson,” I half-smiled, trying to be polite but all I really wanted to do was get upstairs and see how bad it was going to be.
“Nice to meet you,” she stepped aside so that I could walk in. “I’m Carol, your landlady. You’ll be on the third floor, right side. There’s a packet of rules and monthly fees on the counter in your kitchen. I’d take you up there myself, but I’m a little busy right now. If you need anything, all ya’ gotta do it ask.”
“Thanks.” I said walking towards the stairs. There were two doors on either side of the wide hallway. The walls were paneled in green with white moldings and trim. The stairs had an old runner on them. They creaked when I began the ascension. The place felt strangely home-like yet foreign. The second floor landing was decorated in the same way but this time in blue. The door on the left side was open revealing a glimpse into an open room with large windows and multiple couches. I moved on. The third flight of stairs loomed ahead as they stretched up towards the next floor. The dark blue walls were tattered and the wallpaper looked to be peeling the edges. I remembered she told me I was on the right side. I went to my door; the keys were in the hole. I turned the nob. I walked into a large empty room. The wood floors creaked under my sneakers. There was a couch and small table in the middle and a tattered table in a breakfast nook. These items would have to go when my things arrived but they did nicely as I hadn’t thought about what I’d do without furniture for the first couple of days. I had purposely had the bed from my parents’ house sent down early so I’d have a place to sleep, but as for the other furnishings—this aspect had completely slipped my mind. I dropped my duffel bags and began walking around. There was a small hallway with two doors, one off the left and one at the end. I went to the frist one. It was a small empty room with a dirty window. I could use it as an office, or a spare bedroom if I wanted a roommate; I assumed the second door to lead to my bedroom. My bed was already inside—the headboard and footboard were stacked off to the side as if someone had started to assemble it but decided not to finish. I picked up the footboard and swung it around, pushing it onto the connecting pieces, it snapped into the place. I followed suit with the headboard.
“Hello?” I heard a call from the living area. I walked out.
“Lance!” my friend April ran up to me.
“In the flesh.”
“Oh my god I’m so happy you’re here!”
“I missed you.” I said releasing her from a hug.
She shook it delicately. “So you finally made the move huh? How do you like the city?”
“It’s okay…got a job though.”
“Oh yeah. Where was it again? Down at….Duncan Accounting?” She asked.
“Oh, that’s great!”
“Going on two years, I’m still in school.”
“Well, it’s nice to see you, I’d love to catch up” she glanced at her phone. “But, I have to be somewhere. I hope you settle in nicely, and I’ll come by later!”
Lisa had been one of my best friends back in high school. She was the first person I had told I was gay. Her brother, James, had been gay as well. So I had no apprehension in telling her. We lost touch after she came here to go to college, but when I found out I’d be living in her building on Facebook, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to rekindle our old friendship. Over the next couple of days I spent the majority of my time arranging my furniture as it arrived sporadically. Most recently I had pushed my couch around different sides of the room six times trying to figure out where I wanted it. Exhausted I plopped down on the arm of the couch.
“God I’m hungry.” I said to myself. I walked over and checked the fridge. Damn
There’s got to be some food around here somewhere. I grabbed my wallet and keys and went out into the hallway. I hear footsteps pounding up the stairs. I could see the top of a blond head emerging onto the landing. At first I thought it was April coming up, but I noticed that this was someone far too big to be April, it was a man, a muscular guy. I felt myself staring as he stepped completely onto the landing, he was tall around 6 foot, or just below it. He had shaggy blond hair that half-covered his forehead and stopped before his ears. He was slim, not skinny—nowhere near, but muscular. His arms we slender and cut, just like the shoulders that I would see through his shirt. He had a square jaw line and thick calves.
Oh my god was he hot. He noticed me.
“Can I help you?” he asked sounding curious and cocky at the same time.
“Oh—uh, I’m—hey—“ I stuttered.
He looked at me expectantly and rolled his eyes. “Can’t you talk?”
“Whatever man.” He disappeared into the apartment across the hall from mine.
The whole way to get food and all the way back I couldn’t get that image of the sexy blond guy from across the hall out of my head. As I walked back up the stairs towards my apartment I glanced at his door, there was muffled music coming from behind it. I heard something drop, a muffled curse and then the music took back over. As I searched my pockets to retrieve my keys April bounced up the stairs.
“Hey Lance!” Perfect timing! I took it as an opportunity to grill her for information about the across-the-hall-hottie.
“Hey April,” I said with an exaggerated smile.
“How you settling in?”
“Apartment has really come together ever since my furniture started arriving. I’m just waiting on a few more pieces of furniture, and we should be good.”
“Nice.” she said “Well I don’t want to bother you, I was just on my way up to the roof to do some painting. Care to join me?”
“Well see you later.” She started up the stairs.
“What?” she came back down.
“Who’s the guy that lives in that apartment?”
“That one?” she pointed to the one across from mine; the only other one on this floor. No the invisible one I thought to myself.
“Oh that’s Kent.” She said. “He moved in a little after I did. Nice guy, a little aloof, though.”
“Is he…? You know.”
“Not sure. I worked on him for months when I first moved here, I spent weeks throwing myself in his path. I even let him walk in on my naked, but he didn’t seem interested. There are always girls scurrying from upstairs in the mornings though.”
“Don’t you go getting any ideas. If I couldn’t get ‘em then you definitely can’t.”
“Aside from the fact that I want him because he’s just… a total babe. I’m going to prove you wrong.”
“We’ll see,” she said sarcastically.
I looked at my watch. “Shit, I’ve gotta get to work. It’s my first day!”
“Have funnnn.” She dragged out the word as she ascended the stairs to the attics.
I took a quick shower and changed into a dress shirt and some slacks. I caught a cab uptown to where the office was. I had been there once with my dad to set up an account back in high school so it was weird going from being a customer to an employee. It was a large white brick building with stretching windows and the company name painted on the window. I pushed open the door there was a brown-haired woman sitting at the desk.
“Duncan Accounting, please hold.” She looked up me. “Can I help you?”
“Yes—uh, I’m Lance.”
“Lance Henderson? Well we’ve been expecting you,” she got up from her chair. “Follow me.” We went down a long hall with doors on either side and wedged into a large room filled with cubicles. At the back of that room was another door.
“Wait here.” She stuck her head in.
“Mr. Duncan, the new guy is here.”
There was mumbling, then she motioned for me to come in, she walked back out closing the door behind her.
I stood before the desk; there was a tall middle-aged man with greying black hair sitting before me.
“Take a seat, take a seat,” he motioned.
“Mr. Henderson it’s nice to have you on board here at Duncan Accounting. I am, Mr. Duncan, your boss. You’ll be starting as a Junior Assistant accountant, there’s a young man who you’ll be working with, Kemal Punjab, and he’ll get you where you need to be and help you get situated. If you have any questions ask Lynne, my secretary she works up at the desk, or you can come to me. Sound easy enough?”
I was getting nervous and he could see.
“You needn’t be scared. If you paid attention half the time in college you’ll do just fine.” He gave me a reassuring smile.
I didn’t move.
“You can go.” He laughed and turned back to his computer.
I went back out into the office area.
“Lynne?” I asked a blonde lady at a small desk.
“Lance, yes. Hold on one second and I’ll take your new office,“ she finished tapping something on the computer and turned to me. “Okay, if you just follow me, sweetie.”
We walked back down the row of cubicles and stopped at the last one, the first ones when you were going the opposite way, towards Mr. Duncan’s office.
“This is where you’ll be working. Kemal isn’t here right now—I think he’s running late. He’s in the cubicle directly next to you. He can help you, if you have an technical or regulation questions come to me. I’d be more than willing.”
“Thanks.” I tried to produce a smile.
“Don’t be nervous!” she said. “The people around here are usually pretty nice...” she emphasized usually. “I think you’ll settle in nicely.”
I walked into my cubicle and sat down. There was a stack of papers that read “Regulations to be followed at Duncan Accounting” there was only one sentence on one sheet of paper. I thought someone had messed up the printing. It read: Don’t be a dumbass. And what I presumed to be Mr. Duncan’s signature was at the bottom. That made me laugh.
I heard someone walk in behind me.
“You the new guy?”
“Yeah, my name’s Lance.”
“I’m Kemal, I guess I’m supposed to help you.”
I had stuck out my hand but he didn’t shake it.
“Here’s an account. I need you to transfer the money from there to this number file-the access code is on the sticky note.” He dropped them on my desk and walked over to his office, I saw his head disappear as he sat down.
I remembered doing this in class. I turned on the computer and began setting up the secure flies when I brought up the account by its number it prompted for the access code, after that it was easy going. The light at the bottom of the screen beeped green as the files were transferred and the authorization sent to my superior. Kemal popped up.
“You did it that fast?”
“What do you mean?”
“That was only ten minutes.” He looked at me then turned and sat back down. The rest of the day I didn’t have much work so I surfed the web, checked my Facebook responded to a few emails, and went through my spam box; pretty easy job while making 20 dollars an hour.
I decided to hit up the gym before I went home. Lifting weights always got my blood flowing and I felt great afterwards. After I had got up from a bench press and was heading towards the showers I saw him, the second time today. Kent was walking out of a stall stark naked all his glory on display for everyone to see. He didn’t see me as he walked to his locker, but I sure saw him and the huge dick of his. It was at least 6 inches flaccid. I ran into the shower to hide the obvious boner through my gym shorts. After I left the gym I decided to walk home, it was right around the corner from my house. On the way I resolved to go up and introduce myself to Kent. How else could I meet him? I doubted he was going to come across the hall with a basket of muffins ‘welcoming me to the neighborhood.’
I didn’t even stop at my place before I cross the hall to his door. Before I could change my mind, I made myself knock. I heard footsteps and then the door opened.He had on a pair of sweatpants and no shirt his abs gleamed in the light. The pants were pulled down just far enough to reveal the tops of his hips. I looked him up and down.
“Hey, I’m Lance. I live across the hall.”
“Finally found your words, huh?” he smiled.
“I’m Kent.” He stuck out his hand and gripped mine firmly. I could have melted right there.
“Nice to meet you.”
April walked down the stairs. “Hey….LANCE.” she looked shocked. Kent and my hands were still gripped together. He looked at her and she tried to make her face look normal. To someone who didn’t know her well it may have worked, but to me. I knew she was hiding an expression.
By the look in her eyes I also knew something else. It was on.