I may be only 20, but I learned a lesson fast, that some of the best things can happen when you least expect it. I had been given an offer that I first thought was no way could it be true. I found out it was very true and put me in a world of passion I thought only happened in a fake porn movie.

It all started when I told some friends I was looking for a job. In the small town where I live there weren’t many openings. Plus, being gay didn’t help in a little community. Most people were never mean to me or anything, but I think the business owners were afraid people would think they were gay if they hired me. I didn’t have a lot of gay friends there either.

Just went I was about to give up on getting my own place and finally getting out from under my mom’s rules, I got a call from a girl that was my best friend in high school. Her brother, Jake, a few years older than us, was gay and had moved to Myrtle Beach when he turned 18. He had called his sister and asked

how I had been doing. She told him about my job search.

“You think Jon would be willing to move to Myrtle Beach?” Jake asked his sister during the call. She said she’d ask.

“Do you know what the job is?” I asked.

“I have no idea, Jon” she said, “But Jake said you’d love it. He wants you to call him.”

Jake and I weren’t really close in school, mainly because of the age difference, so I didn’t have his number. She gave it to me and I called him the minute we hung up.

“Hey, Jon!” he said when I called. “How have you been? Long time, no see. You know I used to think you were cute as hell in school.”

“I had no idea,” I said. “You never really said anything to me unless your sister was around.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. It was the stupid social thing of high school. I’m glad I’m out of that mess.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Your sister said you might know where I can get a decent job.”

“More than decent, man. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“I didn’t know there was such a thing as a job like that.”

“Oh, you just wait. This cool, laidback daddy-type guy owns a gay bar down here. He knows everything costs so much to rent at the beach, so he owns this really nice beach house, right on the water. He lets us all live there rent free.”

“You mean you work for him?” I asked.

“Yeah. He’s cool. He never gets in our business, but he does like to watch us dance and strip sometimes. But, when he does, he always gives us at least a hundred-dollar tip.”

“Wow,” I said.

“The money is really good, but what’s even better is the unlimited sex with a house full of really cute guys.”