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02 Ocak 2023, 20:48
A Modern Chaucerian Tale
As contests go this one was pretty straightforward. Whoever of the four earned the most money over the upcoming three-day weekend would have that sum matched by the other three. That would be his total winnings. In other words, if Adam, say, earned $250 by whatever means between Friday evening and Monday afternoon the other three would have to cough up a matching $250 each, and Adam's total earnings would be a cool grand. Not bad for 72 hours' labor.
Adam, the oldest of the roommates at 21, Terrence and Eric, the youngest at a just-turned 19, cooked up the idea while sitting around the apartment naked drinking brews and getting stoned one Saturday afternoon. Adam said, "How come we waste our weekends like this every fucking week? We should be out there earning money."
Terrence, the ever-irreverent one: "Because we're smart?"
"You're right. We ARE smart. And we should be out using our brains to make some money, lots of it."
"Why?"
"For one thing...," holding the communal joint out, "so we can afford better pot than this shit?"
Eric laughed. Terrence pointed out, "We're students, Adam. We have wealthy parents. At least they were wealthy before they had to start forking over our tuition. Being a student is a full-time job."
"That is such elitist fucking bullshit, Terrence. Look at Larry. While we're sitting around here jerking off he's flipping burgers or something."
"Stocking shelves," Eric corrected.
"It's my problem the guy's poor?"
"Terrence you are the biggest asshole I've ever known."
"The rumor is Eric has the biggest asshole."
"Hey!" a wounded Eric protested. Just because he never seemed to go out on dates or have a girlfriend...
"If I'm such an asshole, Adam, why're you holding my cock?"
"Maybe I shouldn't."
"Anybody else up for another circle jerk?"
"Not much of a circle, Terrence."
"Hey, three's a crowd..."
It was from this that the outlines of contest were formed. Larry, back from work, immediately objected. He had a regular part-time weekend job. That would put him at a disadvantage, Larry argued. But as Adam, the ringleader, pointed out, Larry had guaranteed income; the others didn't. Plus Larry could presumably ask his boss for extra hours and maybe even earn some OT.
Eric thought they should extend things out another couple weeks, so there was more time to plan their various strategies. But both Adam and Terrence objected to this. If they waited the holiday weekend?National Armaments Day?would pass them by and a three-day weekend was ideal for the contest. Next up was Thanksgiving and then the Christmas break and weekends over those periods just wouldn't work. Terrence wanted to increase the time-length till Monday midnight but once again it was Adam who shot the idea down. Exams were coming up and they would need Monday evening to hit the books. Hit their iMacs at any rate.
And so it was settled. The contest would run from Friday at 6 pm till the following Monday at 6 pm. Whoever made the most money during that period would have that sum quadrupled by the other three. The four shook hands. They would be on the honor system. Anyone caught cheating, Adam assured them, would be kicked out of the apartment (Adam held the lease), would lose the others' friendship and his traitorous name and face would be plastered on three separate Facebook pages for everyone on campus to see. Overnight that asshole would become persona non grata. The roommates sealed the deal not just with a handshake, but with a four-way condomed circle jerk. Adam didn't like people getting jism on the Persian rug his mother?a real MILF BTW?had loaned him.
A few months before this a timid, inexperienced, virginal Eric had discovered an online personals site for gays, bi's and the bi-curious. It was called, for some reason, GoRenew. Whatever, guys posted on it by the thousands every day, and especially on weekends. So far Eric had mainly surfed the personals and looked at the dick pics, often getting a hard-on himself in the process. He'd replied to a few ads and even made the occasional, tentative "date," but to this point he'd never worked up the courage to actually go through with anything. One thing he noticed, however, was how many of the guys posted ads looking for "younger." Said guys tended to be older, Eric realized?thirty and up?some declaring themselves as "daddies" even, or blatantly seeking father-son encounters or proposing outright relationships. Surrogate incest, it seemed, was in big demand. There was one poster who day after day offered free room and board to someone 29 or under (but at least 18) who in return would...Well, the poster included an ominous pic of a double bed with black coverlet in a stylish bedroom. Draw your own conclusions. Some offered "roses" in return, sometimes as emoticons, and Eric quickly deduced that roses were a euphemism for...dollars. These guys professed to be willing to pay for a get-together with a "boy" in his twenties, Ankara bayan escort (http://ankaradatenteci.com/) a surrogate son or whatever you cared to call it. Alternatively there were young guys on GoRenew who posted their own ads, offering "services" in return for "roses." Often this involved, theoretically, doing housework or odd jobs for their "employer"?in the nude, naturally.
Even before the contest was announced Eric was intrigued. It seemed a guy his age?a mere 19?and cute and with a nice slender body, could make a fortune, relatively speaking, answering ads that offered "roses" in return for certain services?or by posting them himself. It was at long last time to give it a shot. The holiday weekend, and its foursome contest, loomed. It was less than a week away now. The pressure was on.
To post ads on GoRenew you had to join the site. And this Eric did that Sunday night (when he should have been studying) under Adam's name. He liked the name Adam. There was something...essential about it. Fundamental. Salt of the earth. Biblical, of course. More importantly it gave him cover. Speaking of Adam, the real Adam, he had taken a nude pic of Eric's body in skinny profile once, from the shoulders down. Eric had a hard on. Seven inches. Which he'd been inside the apartment's lone bathroom stroking when the door flew open and the phone-camera clicked. Eric, nevertheless, had kept it, the photo, in a folder called "Economics Class" on his desktop. Cover, again. Plus it was the dullest topic he could think of. It was this explicit pic that would now adorn Eric's ad. It took him a few tries, a few false starts, but this is what the college sophomore finally came up with:
Super cute 19 year old college student seeks older WM for for [sic] companionship, fun
As contests go this one was pretty straightforward. Whoever of the four earned the most money over the upcoming three-day weekend would have that sum matched by the other three. That would be his total winnings. In other words, if Adam, say, earned $250 by whatever means between Friday evening and Monday afternoon the other three would have to cough up a matching $250 each, and Adam's total earnings would be a cool grand. Not bad for 72 hours' labor.
Adam, the oldest of the roommates at 21, Terrence and Eric, the youngest at a just-turned 19, cooked up the idea while sitting around the apartment naked drinking brews and getting stoned one Saturday afternoon. Adam said, "How come we waste our weekends like this every fucking week? We should be out there earning money."
Terrence, the ever-irreverent one: "Because we're smart?"
"You're right. We ARE smart. And we should be out using our brains to make some money, lots of it."
"Why?"
"For one thing...," holding the communal joint out, "so we can afford better pot than this shit?"
Eric laughed. Terrence pointed out, "We're students, Adam. We have wealthy parents. At least they were wealthy before they had to start forking over our tuition. Being a student is a full-time job."
"That is such elitist fucking bullshit, Terrence. Look at Larry. While we're sitting around here jerking off he's flipping burgers or something."
"Stocking shelves," Eric corrected.
"It's my problem the guy's poor?"
"Terrence you are the biggest asshole I've ever known."
"The rumor is Eric has the biggest asshole."
"Hey!" a wounded Eric protested. Just because he never seemed to go out on dates or have a girlfriend...
"If I'm such an asshole, Adam, why're you holding my cock?"
"Maybe I shouldn't."
"Anybody else up for another circle jerk?"
"Not much of a circle, Terrence."
"Hey, three's a crowd..."
It was from this that the outlines of contest were formed. Larry, back from work, immediately objected. He had a regular part-time weekend job. That would put him at a disadvantage, Larry argued. But as Adam, the ringleader, pointed out, Larry had guaranteed income; the others didn't. Plus Larry could presumably ask his boss for extra hours and maybe even earn some OT.
Eric thought they should extend things out another couple weeks, so there was more time to plan their various strategies. But both Adam and Terrence objected to this. If they waited the holiday weekend?National Armaments Day?would pass them by and a three-day weekend was ideal for the contest. Next up was Thanksgiving and then the Christmas break and weekends over those periods just wouldn't work. Terrence wanted to increase the time-length till Monday midnight but once again it was Adam who shot the idea down. Exams were coming up and they would need Monday evening to hit the books. Hit their iMacs at any rate.
And so it was settled. The contest would run from Friday at 6 pm till the following Monday at 6 pm. Whoever made the most money during that period would have that sum quadrupled by the other three. The four shook hands. They would be on the honor system. Anyone caught cheating, Adam assured them, would be kicked out of the apartment (Adam held the lease), would lose the others' friendship and his traitorous name and face would be plastered on three separate Facebook pages for everyone on campus to see. Overnight that asshole would become persona non grata. The roommates sealed the deal not just with a handshake, but with a four-way condomed circle jerk. Adam didn't like people getting jism on the Persian rug his mother?a real MILF BTW?had loaned him.
A few months before this a timid, inexperienced, virginal Eric had discovered an online personals site for gays, bi's and the bi-curious. It was called, for some reason, GoRenew. Whatever, guys posted on it by the thousands every day, and especially on weekends. So far Eric had mainly surfed the personals and looked at the dick pics, often getting a hard-on himself in the process. He'd replied to a few ads and even made the occasional, tentative "date," but to this point he'd never worked up the courage to actually go through with anything. One thing he noticed, however, was how many of the guys posted ads looking for "younger." Said guys tended to be older, Eric realized?thirty and up?some declaring themselves as "daddies" even, or blatantly seeking father-son encounters or proposing outright relationships. Surrogate incest, it seemed, was in big demand. There was one poster who day after day offered free room and board to someone 29 or under (but at least 18) who in return would...Well, the poster included an ominous pic of a double bed with black coverlet in a stylish bedroom. Draw your own conclusions. Some offered "roses" in return, sometimes as emoticons, and Eric quickly deduced that roses were a euphemism for...dollars. These guys professed to be willing to pay for a get-together with a "boy" in his twenties, Ankara bayan escort (http://ankaradatenteci.com/) a surrogate son or whatever you cared to call it. Alternatively there were young guys on GoRenew who posted their own ads, offering "services" in return for "roses." Often this involved, theoretically, doing housework or odd jobs for their "employer"?in the nude, naturally.
Even before the contest was announced Eric was intrigued. It seemed a guy his age?a mere 19?and cute and with a nice slender body, could make a fortune, relatively speaking, answering ads that offered "roses" in return for certain services?or by posting them himself. It was at long last time to give it a shot. The holiday weekend, and its foursome contest, loomed. It was less than a week away now. The pressure was on.
To post ads on GoRenew you had to join the site. And this Eric did that Sunday night (when he should have been studying) under Adam's name. He liked the name Adam. There was something...essential about it. Fundamental. Salt of the earth. Biblical, of course. More importantly it gave him cover. Speaking of Adam, the real Adam, he had taken a nude pic of Eric's body in skinny profile once, from the shoulders down. Eric had a hard on. Seven inches. Which he'd been inside the apartment's lone bathroom stroking when the door flew open and the phone-camera clicked. Eric, nevertheless, had kept it, the photo, in a folder called "Economics Class" on his desktop. Cover, again. Plus it was the dullest topic he could think of. It was this explicit pic that would now adorn Eric's ad. It took him a few tries, a few false starts, but this is what the college sophomore finally came up with:
Super cute 19 year old college student seeks older WM for for [sic] companionship, fun