Steven was the kind of guy other guys envied, at age 22 he stood over 6 feet tall and had the body of a gymnast. For Steven life was good that
is if it weren’t for José. José was his mothers new plaything and was a older Latino man whom frequently got on Steven’s bad side.
Steven didn’t understood his mothers fascination with foreign men, which only seemed to get worse as the years went on. Normally hired to
help around the house the men in her life were usually fit and somewhat attractive, this was no different for José. It didn’t take long for his
mother to invite José to move in so he wouldn’t have to transit to work each day. Since then José had made himself quite at home almost never
lifting a finger to help with anything.
In some cases this wasn’t so bad considering the condition Jose always looked when he did work. Covered in sweat and rarely wearing pants,
José’s choice of work clothes consisted of old underwear and a tank top, which disgusted Steven even more than usual. Comparing the two of
them just wouldn’t be fair as José was nearly a foot shorter than Steven at around 5’2”, and while he had muscle he also sported quite the
sizable gut when compared to Stevens six pack. To Steven, José was a slob just using his mother for a place to stay, something he argued with
her about.
Things had gotten rough between she and he and their latest argument ended with Steven telling her she was a whore and her threatening
to kick him out. Never one to lose he told her he’d leave and didn’t have to put up with her anymore, but of course this was just a threat as well
and nothing would ever come of it. Having played this game before Steven decided to wait things out until his mother would come to him
begging for forgiveness usually offering to buy him something expensive to make up for it. Having not talked to his mother since their last
spat, Steven figured he’d milk the situation until she returned from work on the weekend. He smiled to himself thinking of all the times he’d
done this as a kid with his brother and how easy it had become as time went by.
Out on the lawn Steven laid in a lawn chair in his board shorts catching the sunlight for a tan. The back door opened behind Steven and a
Chihuahua scampered out onto the lawn, José following it outside in a tight pair of swimming trunks holding a cold beer. As usual he looked
sweaty, his dark skin glistening in the sun and hair greased back. Steven rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and hoped he would just go
away.
“Haven’t seen you in awhile chico” José stated with a tone of interest as he watched the dog out on the lawn. The poor creature shook as if
someone had just shot it, trembling and looking at Steven it squatted to relieve itself.
Steven pulled his glasses down turning to look at José “Listen, creep, I don’t want to see your face at all for the next few days so why don’t
you put on some clothes and actually do what my mom hired you to do whatever that is. Also don’t forget to clean up after that fucking rat of
yours.”
“Oh,, you mean Kyle? Don’t worry about that chico, he cleans up after himself, and about your mom, no can do” José replied, taking a swig
from his beer and adjusting himself in his swim suit.
“And why the hell not?” Steven was starting to get agitated as he watched the Chihuahua turn around to smell its own mess.
“Your moms not here, and you know how she likes it” José laughed insinuating about his sex life with Stevens mom.
Steven had known for awhile that Jose and his mom screwed regularly when she was home. Anyone in the house at the time could hear them
they were so loud. It disgusted him and the thought of it now was really pissing him off.
“I’ve had enough of this, go clean something and take Kyle with you” Steven turned away from José reaching for an Mp3 player nearby.
“you know chico I’m not that bad a guy, heck maybe even you and I could get along” José’s tone changed, he had leaned over Steven and
placed his sweaty hand on the boys thigh.
“What the fuck! Dude fuck off!” Steven slapped José’s hand away pushing him back as he stood up looming over the smaller man.
“Hey, just kidding chico I know you don’t like to play” José smiled looking down at Stevens crotch winking, and putting his hands up in defense.
“fucking right I don’t faggot!” Steven had had enough he was shaking and in the moment of things let his anger get the better of him pushing
José down to the ground causing him to drop and break his glass of beer.
Kyle yelped in fear and began barking at José.
“Whoa, whoa there chico” José pleaded from the ground. “Oh man, chico my beer why you gottah do that? Kyle shut up” José turned to the dog
which silenced itself.
“Fucking clean it up, and after that go do some work” Steven barked, turning to grab his things and walk away.
For the rest of the night Steven avoided José and it seemed as though the smaller man as avoiding him as well. When he’d left him Jose
actually looked pretty pissed off, Steven grinned thinking about the look on the mans face. This wasn’t the first time he’d pushed José. When
they first met he had shoved him into a wall as a display of his dominance, he was alpha male of the house. Despite this he found himself often
running into José breaking the boundaries and pushing Steven a little more each time.
As Steven lay in bed flipping through a porno and planning to have friends over while his mother was out he heard familiar chanting from a
room nearby. José’s bedroom was adjacent to Stevens allowing for him to be heard now and then through the wall, lucky for Steven most of the
time José was with his mother so he didn’t have to listen while José prayed before bed. Having tried to tell him to shut up before and failed
Steven did his best to ignore it and soon found himself drifting to sleep while the chanting seemed to go on through the night.