Casey bent over in the middle of the street, pulling up his knee socks. It was hot, and a bead of sweat dripped down his thighs.
He was very small for a college kid and even his sister's bike seemed large for him. He hopped onto the seat and started pedaling, his booty shorts starting to ride up as the seat rubbed against his ass.
His hair blew back in the wind as he raced out of his neighborhood. It was the first day of his new summer job and he was already late for work.
The ad said "Looking for college kid for maintain summer home." After a few phone calls, Casey was suddenly going to be in charge of maintaining a beach house on the other side of town. He had felt strange about it at first, but the owner sounded so kind and gentle. Plus, Casey was so desperate for money, he was pretty much willing to do anything.
The house was small, but set back just off the beach. The owner stood in the front lawn and waived.
"You must be Casey."
"Yes Sir."
"I'm Michael and this is the place."
Casey shook Michael's massive hand. He hadn't realized it until he got close, but Michael was a towering man, well over six feet tall.
"It's beautiful."
"It's small. But sometimes all you need is something little."
They walked in through the front door and Casey felt a chill from the air conditioner. The outside had been deceiving. The living room was wide and open, with a large couch in front of a big flatscreen over the fireplace.
"The kitchen is just back there and the two bedrooms are off down the hall."
"It's amazing."
"I try to keep it in shape but I won't have too much time this summer. That's where you come in. I just want you to come by once a day, make sure everything looks good."
