Jerry's story

prostituting his body although not quit porn the innuendos were very near the mark,


2. The house

Chapter 2 The house                                       

Ian caught the young man as he fell when the door opened. “I told you I could smell gas,” he said to the other residents of the house gathered on the landing and stairs.

   “Oh the poor boy,” Shirley exclaimed. She was rather upset nothing like this had ever happened before. She usually ruled the house with an iron fist but this totally threw her. She just stood there dazed, wondering what to do first.

   Seeing Shirley dithering like that, Andy took charge. “Shirley I’ll check out the rooms if you and Ian take the boy back to your place.”

   This got Shirley going. “Do that Andy.” She then turned to her other tenants and saw that most were still in their nightclothes. “You lot go back to your rooms and get dressed.”

   “Hold on a minute,” Andy intervened, “Open all your windows and no switching on lights and those smokers amongst you, don’t light up. All the gas needs are a few spark to ignite it, and we’re toast.” With that, everyone rushed off.

   “Come along Ian, what are you waiting for?” Shirley demanded.

   Ian picked up the unconscious boy threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and followed Shirley downstairs to her apartment. In the lounge he dumped him like a sack of potatoes onto the settee.

   “Be careful,” Shirley shouted.

   “Don’t worry, he’ll be alright.” Ian said as he left to get dressed.

   Shirley fetched a blanket and covered the almost naked young man who was only wearing underpants. Chandra, the Indian boy, who rented her attic room, had told her his friend Jerry was a dancer and his body certainly showed it. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him in fact he looked skinny, and so handsome. Under different circumstances she would have found him very sexy.

   While in her bedroom getting dressed, Shirley couldn’t help but worry about her new lodger, Jerry, and the gas leak. She had checked everything out the previous evening with him, before giving over the keys. There had been no smell of gas then.

   Now back in the lounge, Shirley was relieved to see that Jerry was asleep and snoring away. Maybe she didn’t need to call a doctor or an ambulance. Nor, thankfully his mother either, who, according to Jerry’s paper work, was his next of kin. She shivered just at the thought of that, and decided to wait to see what Andy thought when he reported back to her. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to evacuate the building. 

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