Sitting atop his usual table, Tom was frustrated. Ten to eight, he fumed in his mind. f**k, I rearrange my whole fuckin’ day for this guy and he doesn’t show.
Tom had met John that morning. The man had been horny and hot to trot. They had gone back to the motel. Even though John had sucked Tom’s pecs, usually a big turn on, Tom had been distracted by the prospect of seeing the overlook guy again. He knew he hadn’t showed John the best time but hadn’t given a s**t. He’d perfunctorily taken care of business, giving John a quick f**k and getting him off with a half-hearted blowjob. Tom knew John was pissed at him, but Tom knew he wouldn’t see him again anyway so it didn’t matter. Once was Tom’s usual M. O., twice was pretty damn rare and a third round was unheard of.
Tom had called his bos
