Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 20:00:16 -0800
From: Jesse Skyline <jesse.skyline@gmail.com>
Subject: Change of Pace, Chapter 1

Welcome to the beginning of a most interesting story. My goal is to make
you go through so many emotions. Part of this story is going to explore
some mature themes. If you're underage of this shit is illegal where you
are, please leave. If you also don't like that man on man stuff, then exit
now.



Thanks for reading.  Jesse Skyline

 Change of Pace, Chapter 1



Stumbling into the abyss of that empty apartment after yet another
successful week of not getting fired, Jordan Katnipp fumbled as he tried to
find the light switch in his kitchen while doing the pee pee dance. At 29
for a few more weeks Jordan had no problem going out every Friday night to
find someone to bring home for a good time. This night was different but he
didn't think anything of it as he hastily chucked his keys on the kitchen
counter and use his phone as a light to make his way to the bathroom. Sure
some fixtures got knocked over in the process but he made it to the
bathroom.



After relieving himself for what seemed like an eternity and quite possibly
was because he might of just dozed off while urinating, Jordan made his way
to the kitchen for a late night snack but stumbled and fell into the couch
where he apparently decided to spend the rest of the evening in a deep
drunken slumber.



He was awakened in the early hours of the morning by two major
disturbances: the bright sunlight coming from the living room windows down
onto his face and his apartment intercom. Jordan's hangover wasn't
crippling to the effect of not being able to flip over, which was great to
eliminate one annoyance, but that couldn't get rid of the intruder.



Once more the intercom beeped again. Jordan lifted his head up to stare at
the intercom, in hopes that it would make the buzzing stop, but he even
wasn't naïve enough to think that would work. Jordan rolled onto the floor
and pretty much crawled his way over to the front door and hit the button.
"ummmm Yeeeeess?"



"Dude let me up. Picked up some joe."



"Shit Derek. Fine but that joe is the only reason I'm letting you up."
Jordan replied as he hit the button to release the lock on the lobby door a
few floors down.



Jordan unlocked the door and made his way over to the couch and pulled a
blank on top of him as the front door flew open. In walked Derek Jay. He
had a presence about him that he acted like God's gift to anyone legal,
which is exactly how Derek acted. He was an equal opportunity fucker to
either sex. Seven nights a week, Derek got what he wanted.



Derek wasn't always like this. Right out of college he was an avid nerd in
every aspect. He enjoyed video games, reading, role playing and he drew
graphic novels too. His first day working at Introspect Financial in the IT
department, he got called to setup a laptop for a new associate in the
portfolio relationship management office. He walked in to see a very fine
specimen of a man sitting at a desk staring at a computer that would turn
on and show a bunch of weird characters, Jordan Katnipp.



>From there Jordan and Derek were inseparable. Jordan immediately showed
Derek things that he would have never learned otherwise. As cliché as it
may sound, Derek surpassed Jordan at one point. Jordan is a gentleman of a
unique caliber. He enjoys a classic clean lifestyle on the streets that he
knew most men and women were fascinated by and he used this to his
advantage. A 23 year old who knows Frank Sinatra, can dance like Justin
Timberlake and who can fuck like a porn star. Jordan enjoyed elegance with
a touch of modern. He set standards and was envied by many. Combining his
skill set with teachings and about a seven year friendship, student did in
fact surpass the teacher.



Derek knew he was lucky to have Jordan in his life. Their friendship was
idolized by mutual friends, colleagues and romantic conquests alike. They
were both revered as smart hardworking individuals who showed pride in
their work.



Derek closed the door and walked over to the couch. He placed a cup of warm
coffee on a coaster for Jordan as he sipped his own. Derek had an
appearance of a well put together gentleman. His hair was light in
containing any product and his clothes slightly wrinkled. One would think
that Derek had put in a lot of appearance but "You're still rocking last
nights outfit...which you also wore to work." Jordan mumbled as he grabbed
his coffee.

"Must I explain or can you possibly use your imagination which we both know
isn't far from the truth." Derek replied as he kicked off his shoes.



"You got laid. Got it."



"Close. Threesome with a couple here on their honeymoon. Still trying to
decide if the bride or groom was the best in bed."



"Neither was if you have to decide. Nice job on the lay though."



"It's a personal best for me." He muttered as he sat back and put his arms
out along the back of the couch pulling Jordan into a hug.



Jordan pushed off of him "Dude you haven't even showered since yesterday
morning."



Derek took this as his cue to go take a shower, which wasn't abnormal in
each other's apartments. Jordan took a couple of more sips and do the same
as he couldn't stand the smell of bourbon that he couldn't get rid of.



He undressed when he got in his bedroom and went into the bathroom full of
steam as he heard Derek singing. Jordan couldn't understand how Derek is so
bright eyed and happy after a night like last night. The two had just
finished a major project at work that had pleased their clients and bosses.



Jordan shook his head and climbed into the shower as Derek was rinsing his
hair off. Derek stopped singing as he took the body wash and stepped aside
to allow Jordan access to the showerhead. Derek soaped up his hard body
that was easily over developed. He admired his hard work as he massaged the
soap in. In his mind, he thanked Jordan for making him go to the gym 5
nights a week, every week. Jordan didn't take any excuses from Derek when
it came to working out.



Without a word spoken they switched spots as needed until both were
showered and Jordan stopped out to grab towels them. He quietly handed
Derek a towel as he dried off and headed into his walk in closet to grab
something to wear for himself and Derek.



"Thank you Jordan," Derek said as he pulled a shirt over his head.



"Yea anytime man." Jordan replied as he walked over to his bed and grabbed
the remote to put on some tv and he laid down on his covers.



Derek knew what this meant. Jordan may come across as cool, calm, confident
and having his shit together, but sometimes he needs to open up a be a bit
vulnerable. This usually involved laying on Jordan's California king bed
and talking while he vents and opens up. "What's up Jordan?" he asked as he
laid down next to Jordan.



"Do you ever get tired of it all?"



"Tired of what?"



"You know. The daily/weekly/monthly shit. Get up, go to the gym, come home
shower, go to work, go out, get laid and do it all over."



Now Derek knew his best friend rather well. He knew that Jordan liked
routines. He knew there was something in particular that was bothering him.
He decided to play in a bit while playing detective. "You love our routine.
You got me into it. Don't forget about the scrawny little fucked you met
and cleaned up."





"I didn't clean you up. All I did was point out your potential."



"Jordan. We both know what you did. Thank you. Now what's up?"



"This stays between us. I will bite your balls off if you tell anyone what
I'm about to tell you," he began, "I am so over this getting laid
repeatedly thing."



Derek sat there speechless. To say that Jordan created a monster is an
understatement. Derek took everything that Jordan taught him about being a
presentable, talented classy male and took it to exponential levels. What
Derek didn't realize is that there is only so much to go around. He gave
Jordan a perspective that most don't get to see. Creating a protégé in
Derek gave Jordan a perspective that most people aren't likely to see



"So what are you thinking?" Derek asked.



"Time to meet somebody. Settle down. Domestic life."



"Let me know how it goes." Derek began, "I, on the other hand, am heading
home to clean up and hit the gym. Perhaps a nap. Hit you up later."



Derek left Jordan's apartment to leave him to his thoughts.





There you go readers. Already working on Chapter 2. Send me some thoughts.
Good. Bad. Directions.

Jesse.skyline@gmail.com

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