For some years, Jack ran a construction business. He was oblivious to the sexual proclivities of his staff, nor did he care. His foreman was out and gave Jack a first hand tour of the Castro when they were doing a job for some rich bitches in San Francisco. This didn’t bother Jack at all. He had never questioned his own sexuality being overly attracted to breasts and vaginae since his youth.
He was accepting of any person regardless of their sexual preferences. Still, he wasn’t aware that almost his whole staff was gay. He did know that his foreman was gay; he had seen him flounce in spite of his big butch tool belt and dirty jeans, and plus, the foreman didn’t care who knew about him.
He took Jack out to lunch at one of the gay hangouts in the Castro. The two men soon had several offers of free drinks which they had to decline due to the job they needed to finish. Jack had rules. One beer and a sandwich, a cup of strong coffee and back to work.
“You better watch out,” Kristie’s Best Gay Friend warned, “Those queens will have him in the men’s room, and before you know it, he’ll be sucked dry.”
Kristie wasn’t worried, “A strip club with lots of pretty women with big natural tits is more his style.”
Jack’s best worker was Mike. Mike was a loner and a very capable finish carpenter. Jack relied on him to detail the wood work framing the solar installations his business was known for.
“What do you like to do on the weekends?” Kristie asked him one Friday evening when Mike stopped by to pick up his check.
“I like to drink,” Mike said. After he cashed his check, he picked up a case of long necks and a twelve pack of cans. “Cans on the road, and bottles at home,” he explained. He popped the first one down in seconds and was halfway into the first six pack before he even got home.
He showered and changed into a clean pair of jeans and a fresh shirt. He headed down to The Point to sit quietly at the bar and drink until the din in his head subsided. He had a few friends who knew him by name, but he never socialized outside that bar stool, and he always went home alone to watch porn in the privacy of his own apartment. He would continue like this for decades, always alone.
The rest of Jack’s staff consisted of three lesbians, a big young stud who served as a carpenter’s helper, and, of course, Kristie, his bookkeeper/housekeeper/wife/lover. There was something about Kristie that attracted attention. She was definitely past her prime, but there were lingering pheromones around her that men and some women could not resist.
This was the case with the young stud who posed for Kristie at the work site as he was picking up nails and clearing away debris. She couldn’t help looking. She appreciated a piece of prime male flesh whenever she saw it. But she was not interested in his invitation to bed when he knocked on her front door one afternoon. “But I’m going in the army,” he said pleadingly.
‘Well, good luck to you,” she said and closed and locked the door. “Definitely, No!”
Another one of the staff, a big beautiful butch, bragged about how she slept with everyone back in the 60’s: men, women, straights, couples, three ways, four ways, in every way…. There was something about a butch lesbian that gave Kristie a thrill, but she was pretty much through with experimenting since she had hooked up with Jack.
At the Labor day party, the big beauty takes Jack up to the back lot where they share something that makes Jack feel guilty and the big butch victorious. At first Kristie thinks the butch wants to fuck Jack and add him to her list. But then she realizes that they have been doing some blow. Jack is uncomfortable about either not sharing it with Kristie or embarrassed by all the eyes upon him questioning either his judgement or fidelity.
One of the female carpenters shows up to look at some plans in a sheer white silk blouse with no bra. The sun is shining through the window highlighting her as if in a Parrish painting. She is a beautiful girl who knows how to entice. Both Jack and Kristie are charmed by her blouse opening and closing in the breezy afternoon… just long enough to gaze longingly at her small pointed breasts. The question is, “Who was she after? Jack or Kristie?”
“It was for you,” Kristie insisted. But later she wonders…?
“I think it was for you,” Jack said smiling, as he took each of her nipples in turn into his mouth.
(First published 11/8/12)
