For the first time in seventeen days, Vincent O'Brien unlocked the front door of his trailer and walked inside. He is glad to be home and releases a deep breath. Vince has lived in the modest-sized trailer for thirteen years, moving in after his divorce was finalized. He was forty years old then.
After placing his suitcase and other bags on the floor just inside his home, Vince plops face down onto the couch. It's surprising how exhausted a person can be after being a passenger on a long trip. Vince had spent a few hours on the plane, only driving after he reached his destination. Seventeen days ago, his uncle Todd suffered a heart attack. Thankfully, Todd survived his ordeal, but would have to make some major changes to his life. Being a seventy-five-year-old creature of habit, change isn't easy for Todd. But Vince is confident that he managed to get through to his favorite uncle. "Promise me you'll continue to take your medication after I go back home, just like you've been doing. Promise me, Uncle Todd." Vince had pleaded with his uncle a few days before heading back home.
Todd had promised his nephew that he would take his medicine. The heart attack had scared Todd, Vince could tell. Todd was more of a father to him than his own father (Todd's older brother) ever was. Since none of their other family members live near Todd, Vince just has to trust his uncle to care for himself. Plus Todd's insurance is paying for a nurse to come out to his house a few days a week, so Vince isn't as worried as he was. Vince wanted to stay longer, but Todd had insisted he go back home. The old man was as independent as one could be and as stubborn as a mule.
Vince starts fading in and out of consciousness on the couch for what feels like a few minutes before a loud knock on his door jolts him back to fully awake. Glancing at the clock hanging on his wall, Vince is shocked to see that it has been nearly an hour since he returned home and collapsed onto the couch! Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes, he makes his way to the door and opens it. A man and two boys stand in his doorway.
"Hey, Vince!" The man begins, "Sorry to bother you, but we wanted to come see how you're doing." The man is named John. Vince had met him twenty-six years ago when John was fifteen and was hanging out with Vince's younger cousin. Back then, John was a loud, pot-smoking, hell-raising redneck. He's still a redneck now and a pot smoker, but no longer loud or a hell-raiser. Vince was surprised after he moved into his trailer thirteen years ago and discovered that John was one of his neighbors.
"Hey, man! You aren't bothering me! Come on in!" Vince steps aside, allowing John and the two boys into his home. "And I'm doing okay," he tells them, "Just exhausted!"
John gives him a sympathetic look, "Shit man, we'll get out of here and let you sleep!" He turns towards the door.
"No! Don't be silly! I could use the company!" The only face-to-face interactions he's had in the last few weeks, other than his Uncle Todd, have been doctors and nurses. He only spoke to his family members on the phone or on FaceTime, the latter of which Vince isn't fond of using.
"Are you sure?" John asks.
"Positive! Please sit down, all of you. Do you guys want anything to drink? I'd offer you some food, but I need to go to the grocery store first!" Vince says with a chuckle.
"I'll have a Gatorade. I know you have some."the older of the two boys says as he goes to the fridge. His name is Noah; he's 5'8 with chocolate brown eyes that he inherited from his mom, and long dark brown hair that he keeps in a braid that shingles down his back. Noah is the same age as Vince's only son and one of his closest friends.
"You know me well Noah. Help yourself." Vince tells him.
"You want one Nathan?" Noah asks his younger brother. To which the younger boy quietly, but politely declines.
Vince looks at Nathan now. He obviously saw the boy as he entered his home, but he merely glanced at him, which Vince now scolds himself for doing so. Nathan is a cute young man, very cute in fact. Like Noah, Nathan also has long hair, but his is sandy brown and he has it pulled back into a neat ponytail. He has John's hazel eyes (thankfully the only feature he got from his dad as it's John's only good one), he's a bit taller than his older brother; probably about 5'9, and he has a slim but muscular build. Nathan is definitely a twink. But Vince doesn't suspect that the boy is gay or bi.
When did I last see this kid? Vince wonders to himself. Try as he might, he just cannot remember, other than seeing Nathan and his younger brother walking down the road to the bus stop in the early weekday mornings. He can't even remember how old the boy is now.
"Little Nate just turned eighteen last week," John says as if he's reading Vince's mind. Hopefully not, because John likely wouldn't like the naughty thoughts Vince is having about one of his sons right now. John pats Nathan on the head as he says his age. Nathan smiles awkwardly, but Vince can tell the gesture annoyed the boy slightly. The boy's cheeks turn a shade of red and it stirs something inside of Vince. Something akin to lust. Or maybe it is lust?
The rest of their visit goes by in a blur. Lots of meaningless small talk, but Vince doesn't mind in the slightest. He actually enjoyed it, when he could actually concentrate on the talking. His eyes kept finding their way to Nathan.
Vince has to force himself to tear his eyes away from Nathan from time to time. The boy has caught the older man staring at him a few times, but would only make eye contact a few seconds before looking away shyly. It warmed Vince's heart.
"We will get out of your hair now Vince," John begins, "I'm glad to hear your uncle is doing better. Holler if you need anything."
"Thanks John, I appreciate it. You guys come over whenever you want to!" Noah hugs Vince as he leaves, which isn't unusual for their relationship. He's always thought of Noah as one of his own. Yet, here he is, lusting after Noah's younger brother? What does that say about him? Probably nothing. Nathan gives Vince a kind smile as he leaves. It makes his heart flutter. Nathan is the last to leave, so it gives the older man a great chance to study him from behind, and he likes what he sees. His muscles are apparent underneath the T-shirt he is wearing and his butt is nice and round and tight. It's obvious that the boy works out.
Once his door is shut, Vince's cock becomes hard and strains against his jeans. It pulses, begs him for some attention. He thinks about doing it himself but decides it will be better to have someone else do it for him. He pulls his phone out and loads up Grindr. A little trashy, maybe, but Vince only uses it occasionally and is tested regularly.