Mitch and Candy
Mitch was six feet tall, two hundred and thirty-five pounds, blond hair, and blue eyes. He was thirty-five years old and worked construction.
He especially liked male virgins. They were so eager once they got past their shyness. Sometimes he had to take guys by the hand and literally show them what he wanted them to do.
Mitch's boss had just hired a new guy for the construction crew about a month ago. The boss told everyone he was fresh out of high school, and for now, he was just a helper. His name was Candy.
Candy's skin was so pale, and his hair was white as snow. He was about five feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than one hundred and ten pounds. Candy was also very shy. He rarely talked, but he was a very hard worker. For the first two weeks, Candy ate lunch alone. At the beginning of the third week, Mitch made it a point to talk to him at lunch and get to know him.
Once they got to talking, Candy really opened up to Mitch. During the first 2 weeks, Mitch ate lunch with Candy. he learned something new about him every day. Candy lived alone, he didn't drive, and he rode a bicycle to work.
One day, the boss told them he wanted somebody to work with Candy to show him the ropes, so to speak. Mitch gladly volunteered.
Mitch took Candy around to some of the job sites and explained stuff to him. He told him why they did this and why they did that. They were gone the whole day, and when quitting time came, Mitch suggested they grab a bite to eat. Then he would drop Candy back off at the office to get his bike.
Candy said, "I am a little short on money this week and can't afford to eat out.
Mitch said, "That's alright. I will pay today, and you can pay next time."
Candy replied, "I can't afford to eat out ever. Between the rent for my place and everything else, I just can't afford to eat out.
Mitch said, "Maybe you should find a roommate to share the expenses." Candy responded, "I don't know very many people. I tried, but none that will want to be a roommate."
Mitch asked Candy, "Do you like home cooking?"
Candy said, I grew up in an orphanage, and the food was homemade, but it wasn't all that good."
Mitch replied, "Well, I am a pretty good cook. How do you feel about spaghetti?"
Candy answered, "Spaghetti is my favorite."
So without even asking Candy, Mitch drove to his place.
Mitch started getting everything out that he needed, pans, utensils, food. Candy asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Mitch wanted to tell him to just stand there and look sexy. But instead, he told Candy he could chop up the lettuce and shred the carrots for the salad if he wanted. Candy said yes, he could do that.
Candy was in the middle of chopping up the lettuce when Mitch asked him, "Would you like to taste the spaghetti sauce? I use a lot of spices. Make sure it isn't too spicy for you."
Candy said, "I will love to taste it."
Mitch got some sauce on the wooden spoon he was using to stir the sauce and brought the spoon to Candy's mouth. When Candy tasted it, he said, "MMMMM!"
Mitch asked him if it was too spicy, and Candy said it was perfect.
