T J Detweiler Novels & Stories

Cock throbbing in his grip, phone screen still glowing. The boots stopped outside his stall. A low, gravelly voice cut through the quiet. “I know what you’re doing, kid.” Tyler’s stomach dropped. He didn’t breathe. The voice belonged to Mr. Delgado, the janitor. Late thirties, maybe early forties. Built like he spent his off-hours lifting weights instead of mopping floors. Always in the gray work shirt with the sleeves rolled to show thick forearms, always smelled faintly of bleach and clean sweat. Tyler had caught him staring once or twice in the halls, nothing obvious, just a lingering look that made his skin prickle.

TJ became a good friendly replacement for Dwayne, who cut himself off from us a bit. Dwayne was a bit more supportive of Debby and didn't want to hurt her further by doing anything to TJ. I really understood that and TJ understood it too. But TJ was always available for funny messages and short calls and really enriched my life.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

Thank you for reading Ren and Devin's story. xx