Jim waved bye to Pete. They had been discussing the following day's work and Jim was kept back for quite a while; even including the interruptions from some dog outside. Sighing, Jim scanned the work site. Cameron was no where to be seen. Shivering slightly under a swift breeze (for he was only wearing blue short-shorts and a green singlet), Jim started to walk towards the parking lot, when he stumbled on something laying on the ground. Bending down, he picked up the object and lifted it into the light shining from the large torch. It was a boot that someone had just thrown there. Jim glanced over the dim ground to see if he could make out anything else. Scarcely a foot away was another boot; completing the pair. As he tossed them back across into the light, he spotted something lying crumpled in front of the nearly completed house.
Slowly, Jim made his way closer and closer, his eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness.
"Hello?" he asked unsurely, wincing through the shadows. No reply.
Jim took another step forward, took a deep breath, then leant slowly towards the heap on the ground with an out reached hand. Shaking, his hand brushed something slightly damp. It was a torn red singlet, propped against some old paint cans, making it look vaguely like a person. Jim lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed; the dampness reeked of male sweat. Cringing slightly, Jim looked further down the stretched-to-ruins singlet to something below. Stooping lower, he picked up the second item on the ground; a pair of blue work shorts similar to Jim's. On closer examination, Jim noticed that they were ripped wide apart at all angles, and on even further examination, something sticky was spread over the front of the shorts.
"Oh!!! Shit!!!" Jim exclaimed as she dropped the shorts to the ground. He wiped his cum-dipped fingers across his singlet and looked into the house to see if there was anyone still inside.