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I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up.
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He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on.
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He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a-“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. I was really excited about going to college in the fall the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I guess I should go back to the first time. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt.