Memo: "To the ladies only.  Feminine hygiene products are not to be flushed in the toilet.  This causes clogged drains and high plumbing bills.  Let's be discreet and place them in the trash bin where they belong.  Thank you.

Also if you plan to take a sick day, please inform the office so they can find a suitable replacement."

The minute Greyson walked into work he noticed Freddie's absence.  He looked in Freddie's cubicle, the lounge and in the men's room.  No Freddie, and those were the only places he would most likely be.

Greyson began to worry.  That wasn't like Freddie to not come into work.  Freddie never missed a day or was even late.  What the hell?

He tried to do his work but was too worried to bother with goofing off so he went over to Ree Ree's desk.  "Hey, do you know if anything happened to Freddie?"

Ree Ree looked up from her phone.  "Which one, Bennett, Carson, Davis, Grabowsky, Highmore or Liebermann?"

"Highmore." How many damn Freddies were there?

Ree Ree checked her computer.  "Oh, he called in sick today, he won't be able to come in."

Greyson was surprised.  He hadn't seen Freddie since the diner yesterday.  "Seriously? Is he okay?"

Ree Ree smiled up at him.  "Are we catching feelings for him, Grey Grey?"

"What?" Greyson snorted.  "Me? Hell no! I'm just wondering where he was is all."

"Okay." Ree Ree was still smiling.

"I don't do that." Greyson insisted.

"Right."

"No caught feelings here."

"Gotcha."

"He's like my protege.  I'm just looking out for him."

Ree Ree slid a piece of paper towards him.  Greyson picked it up and looked at it.

"What's this?"

"His address," Ree Ree said.  "In case you don't want to check on him."

Greyson's leg wouldn't stop jiggling as he counted the minutes until his lunch break.  As soon as high noon hit he practically flew out the building and into his car.  He put Freddie's address into his GPS and followed it to an area just outside town.

Freddie lived in an old two story house.  Old but kinda quaint with a lot of pink flamingos.  Greyson knocked on the door.  After a while it opened and Freddie peered at him through the crack.

"What?" Freddie said.  He looked like hell.  His eyes were red rimmed and had dark circles beneath.  His hair was mussed and his face unshaven.

Greyson looked at him closely.  "Are you okay?" At the moment Freddie reminded him of the crack and meth addicts around town.

Freddie stared back.  "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? They said you called off."

"Yeah, I'm good.  Bye." Freddie tried to close the door but Greyson stopped him.

"Wait.  Can I at least come in?"

Freddie moved back and Greyson stepped inside.  The place was a little dark but Greyson could still see everything.  He saw that Freddie had on wrinkled pajamas that looked stained around the crotch area.  Oh no.  Greyson knew what that was about.

"Freddie?" Greyson tried not to smile.

"What?" Freddie looked so innocent.

"Have you been jerking off all this time?" Greyson said.

Freddie blushed.  "Maybe."

Greyson snorted and shook his head.  "Holy fuck."

"Well," Freddie was defensive.  "It felt so good it was hard to stop."

"Interesting pun." Greyson snickered.

"What?"

Greyson put his hands on Freddie's shoulders.  "Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.  It's okay to do it but you need to stop once in a while."

"What for?"

"I don't know, maybe to eat, take a bath, go to work, live." Greyson looked into Freddie's eyes as he spoke.  "Freddie, it's okay to rub one out but not twenty four seven.  Take a break."

Freddie looked down, blushing.  "I don't know what's happening.  I never felt like this before.  It felt so amazing I wanted to keep going."

"Congrats, welcome to the wonderful world of sex." Greyson said.  "That was me at thirteen all day.  If you like, I can show you other ways to pleasure."

Freddie looked cautiously at him.  "What do you mean? And why am I not surprised you would know?"

Greyson leaned in and kissed him.  They kept their lips together, lightly caressing.  Then Greyson got down on his knees, smiling up at Freddie.

"What are you doing?" Freddie was a little worried about this guy.  However Greyson was teaching him some very fun things.

"Relax," Greyson said as he pulled down Freddie's pants.  "I guarantee you're going to love this.  Trust me."

Freddie watched as Greyson dipped his head and began taking his. . .you know what. . .in his. . .mouth? What?

What was this?

Freddie stared in amazement as Greyson slid his mouth over him, allowing it to go in and out.  It looked like he was eating a popsicle. 

"This is weird," Freddie said.  "Why are you. . .Ohhhh!" He fell back on the couch, groaning.  Greyson's head was bobbing up and down, slurping him up.  Jesus! This was better than his hand.  Freddie found himself grabbing Greyson's hair with one hand and the couch with the other.

"Oh, God!" Freddie screamed.  "Oh Jesus! Help!!" He felt himself explode in Greyson's mouth.  "Oh man, oh wow." He collapsed back on the couch with a sigh.

Greyson sat up and wiped his mouth.  Apparently he swallowed it all.  "Mm, what did you think of that?" he said with a smirk.

"Wow, uh yeah," Freddie could barely talk.

"I'm guessing you liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah.  Hey, what are you doing?" Freddie noticed that Greyson was removing some of his clothing. 

"You can't have all the fun," Greyson said as he tossed his clothes on the floor.  "How about some reciprocation?"

"I don't. . ."

"That means tit for tat.  One hand washes the other." Greyson said.  "Do unto me as I've done until you."

"I'm still not following."

"Freddie," Greyson said, wearing nothing but his boxers.  "Will you suck my dick?"

Freddie was horrified.  Do what Greyson did? "What? Ew, no."

"Why not? I sucked yours."

"Yeah, but, but. . ."

"You're not ready," Greyson finished for him, nodding.  "I understand.  It's a lot to take in all at once.  Pun intended." He took Freddie's hand and guided it to his face.  "We'll take it one step at a time, Freddie.  All of this is new to you.  I'll respect your boundaries."

Freddie smiled at Greyson.  "I would like to make you feel as good as you made me feel.  Can I start with what you did at work?"

Hell yeah, Greyson thought.  "Sure."

Freddie allowed Greyson to guide his hand along his chest.  It felt so hard.  Then his hand went to the waistline of the boxers.

"Do you wanna see it?" Greyson asked.

Freddie nodded and Greyson slid the boxers halfway down.  His member sprung loose.  Freddie was surprised at how big it was.  Greyson placed Freddie's hand around it and showed him how to grip it and move it up and down.  Recalling how he touched his own, Freddie worked his hand up and down. 

"Ooh, damn!" Greyson squirmed and made weird crazy faces.  "Damn, you're a quick learner.  Move it a little faster?"

Freddie did and soon Greyson was saying his prayers.  Mostly a lot of "goddamns" and "Jesus Fucking Christs".  Then that stuff shot out and went everywhere.

"Ooh damn, Freddie," Greyson was breathing like he ran a marathon.  "That was awesome.  Fucking great!"

Freddie put his head on Greyson's shoulder.  He didn't know why, he just wanted to.  Greyson's arm went around him.

"I think I like you, Greyson." Freddie had these strange feelings all of a sudden.

Greyson was surprised at his own response.  "Freddie, I think I like you too."