Gay Men Find Love

Their first date didn’t end in kissing or sex but was filled with sexual tension. They found themselves glowing the next day.
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Brick sat down on the futon couch of his one room trailer and kicked off his work boots. It was an unusually warm September day for Minnesota and his socks were stuck to his feet. He was working on the crew fixing I-35North and they were getting substantial bonuses for putting in extra hours. Brick, a loner by nature, was happy for the work and to sock away a few extra bucks. He peeled off the socks, got a beer from the fridge and was about to light up a cigar when his phone rang. He did not recognize the number and sighed. Probably a telemarketer.
“Adams here,” he said, thinking it could be someone from work.
“Hello,” the voice on the other end said, “Mr. Adams, I’m Michael Johnson. I’m the new manager of the Sunny Hollow Estate.”
Brick smiled. He sounds like a kid. But the last manager—Chuck Edwards—was an asshole who never fixed anything, harassed the single women who lived in the park, and was rude to the Latino and Black families who lived there. Brick was hardly a PC lefty; but he figured, “live and let live,”—just leave people alone to live their lives.
“Hello Mr. Johnson,” Brick responded back. “What happened to Chuck Edwards?”
“Well Sir,” Michael cleared his throat, sounding a bit tentative. “He’s no longer with the Management Company. That’s all I’m at liberty to say. But I understand you’ve had some complaints in the past. I’m wondering if I could come by your place and we could discuss them. I’d like to make sure we correct them as quickly as possible.”
Brick was impressed. The kid sounded decent and sincere. Kid? Brick was...