Author's Note: STOP!!!
If you've read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.
I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time.
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The tension broken and things back to normal, Darren set about the task of learning how to raise a child and tend house. There were very few housewives on his block that he could get pointers from; most of their neighbors belonged to two income households. It took a lot of work, but by the summer he pretty much had things under control. Right around that time, the state started work on the roads in the neighborhood. To be honest, it probably would have come and gone except for the fact that he had to pass the work crews everyday when he took Jessica out for a stroll. At first, it went without incident. He went about his daily routine, and nobody bothered him. Gradually, however, he caught the attention of the workers, who felt compelled to offer comments.
"Hey guys, look at the nanny," someone yelled.
Darren felt his face flush, but said nothing.
"Wonder what it looks like in a skirt," another added laughing.
Darren concentrated on the road ahead. He would not get dragged into this, especially not with his daughter here. He was pissed, but it wasn't worth it, and these guys would be gone soon anyway.
A few days later, things went to hell. A pipe burst on the same day that Jessica needed to go to the doctor's for a checkup. Since the plumber could only give a range, Cathy took Jessica while Darren waited at home. The plumber came quickly, and by 9:30 everything was done. Cathy reasoned that since she'd already taken the day off, she'd still take Jess to the doctor's and maybe spend some "mother-daughter" time afterward at the park.
All the confusion had caused Darren to miss his run, which he usually did early in the morning to beat the heat. Luckily, it was overcast today, so he figured he might as well squeeze out his run while the girls were gone. Of course, his normal route took him past the guys who had been razzing him for the last few weeks.
"Hey look guys, no baby. Not a very good nanny if you ask me," one of the idiots warbled as he approached.
Deep down, Darren had always had a bit of a complex about being supported by Cathy. To compensate, he'd exercised like a fiend, lifting and running on a schedule that was written in stone. His 6"1' frame was sculpted and muscled to statue-like proportions. There was almost no body fat on him, and every inch of his body was almost textbook perfect. His dark hair was kept short in a military style, more out of efficiency than fashion. He was bigger and broader than most men his side, and most guys avoided hassling him. But not these shitheads.
Today he was in a pair of running shorts and running shoes; he hadn't really expected to meet up with anyone.
He veered onto the sidewalk and jogged in the direction of a lone group of 4 men standing in one of his neighbor's front yards taking a break in the shade of their tree. He stopped in front of the first one, a tall skinny guy with sun bleached hair and leathery skin that looked like he might be in his late forties.
"Listen dickhead," he said hotly, jamming his finger in the scrawny man's chest. "I'm pretty much done with taking shit from you morons."
"Look, pal, we were just having a little fun," the man said softly, grabbing Darren's wrist with a lot more strength than Darren expected. "We didn't mean any harm, did we fellas?"
Darren pulled free and turned to face the others.
"I haven't done a fucking thing to you guys, but you seem to get off breaking my balls. Usually, I let it slide because I've got my little girl with me, but I don't have her with me today," he continued, fixing each one with an icy glare.
