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This is a story for dudes who aren't attractive, self-confident and are still scared about being outed and don't pick up guys on the regular.
I can’t believe that finally it's summer. Well, it’s almost done anyway. Still, I have a few more weeks before classes start again. Man, I can’t believe I still haven’t hooked up with anyone yet. I’ve spent all summer getting in shape. That’s why I wasn’t a jock in high school. Exercise HURTS! The only thing I didn’t need to work on was my butt. It’s so round and juicy, it’s a wonder no has ever grabbed it. I’m flexing my pecs. Ha ha! The next girl in line is watching. I love that. My new man tits are popping. Man, do these feel weird. Kinda how it feels for a chick to have breasts? The first dude who compliments my body, I’ll ask out. Yeah right, who am I kidding?
But seriously, micro pecs, abs, tight butt, why am I not picking up anyone? My face? Well, I can’t do anything about that. I had one near experience earlier this summer, well kinda…but…sigh…he was so effing hot too. I went over to the house of a hot guy from bible study. He said he wanted to meet before bible study that week. I wonder if it was a coincidence that I mentioned out loud to anyone who cared last Bible study that Tuesdays were so boring for me. On Sunday, he asked me to come over the following Tuesday.
So, as I walked up to his door, I imagined him opening the door, pulling me inside and saying the only thing he wanted to study was my body. I’m so pathetic. The doorbell was ringing. It was so surreal. Who pressed the doorbell anyway? Me? What was I doing here? The door started to open.
CRAP. I didn’t check myself in the side mirror. What was I wearing? Was it cool? I should have worn
“ZACK! You actually came!”
He stared at me, waiting for a reaction.
“Hey! Why wouldn’t I?” I blurted out. Crap.
“I thought you might stand me up…because I kind of asked you out of the blue…and we don’t really talk that much.” WOW. Why was he being so open and transparent? Stand him up? Was this a date in his mind?
“Uh… sure. No problem. It’s cool.” Man he was hot. I studied his face thinking he WAS the original design for Greek gods reincarnated. Thick, sexy eyebrows. A nose that- “Uh…you should probably come inside, us standing here just looks weird.”
He was conscious about looking gay? He stepped back and I stepped inside. He closed the door, standing there awkwardly. I stared at him expectantly. Awkward. He was nervous! Was I smiling? He started to smile. “So, uh…let’s get down to it…I mean, yeah…Did you bring your Bible?”
CRAP!
A hot guy invites me over to study the bible and I forget it. I was too busy picking out what to wear. I looked down. I forgot my Bible for the crap I was wearing? What was wrong with me? “Uh…I kind of forgot it. I was so nervous about you aski-“ What the hell was I saying? Change it quick! “No, I mean…you asking me questions I couldn’t answer, so I forgot it.” He’s gonna laugh. That made no sense. “It’s cool, I have two right there.” He pointed to the couch.
I sat down and took one of them. “Can I take this one?” They were Bibles. What was I asking? “Yeah, it just a Bible. So, uh, before we start…I wanted to uh… remember last -“ He stopped, took a breath and sighed, “Let me start over.”
He was wearing a polo that was unbuttoned at the top. A sweat drop trailed down his neck and disappeared between his pecs. Mmmm. I licked my lips.
“Zack?” He was touching me. I looked. His hand was on my knee. I slowly looked up. CRAP. His eyes said it all. He probably saw me following the drop, lust in my eyes, staring at his beautiful chest.
I LICKED MY LIPS!
“Oh, sorry! I was thinking about something.”
Silence.
He started to say something then stopped.
“Uh…” He took a deep breath. Did you hear anything I said?
Crap.
“Sorry, no, can you say it again? I was lost in the Holy Spirit.” LOST IN THE HOLY SPIRIT?! “I don’t mean to be -“
“DO YOU THINK I’M HOT?” he suddenly blurted out.
My eyes widened. Man, I hoped this ended in me losing my cherry! WAIT. Was this real? He’s probably trying to get me to admit I’m gay. Not falling for that.
“Uh…” I started.
“No homo. I just wanted to know as another guy if you think I’m good looking.” He was trying to save face?
“Well, you’re definitely not ugly.”
He smiled.
“Thanks.”
Silence.
“Hey, we’re guys right?”, he ventured.
“Yeahhh”, I said confused as to where he was going with this.
“So if we’re dudes, it’s not gay if I ask you what you think of my body, right?”
“Uh, sure!”
Was he gonna strip?
” I see you’ve gotten a little bigger and I wanted to know what you think I could work on.”
Why was this championship football jock-
He jerked his shirt off instantly. I’m surprised it didn’t rip.
“Uhhhhh…” I couldn’t speak. His body was SO perfect. Sweat was dripping down his neck, glistening his pecs. His nipples. They were dark and perky. His abs. Ooh his abs. It’s like he stuck rocks underneath his skin. Halfway between the abs was lighty dusted hair that led down to his…
“You like?” He smirked. He was NERVOUS! His leg was jittering like crazy and he stood there unnaturally. Who would’ve guessed?
“Uh, looks pretty good to me.”
“What about my calves?”
He had shorts on and as I studied them, he suddenly dropped them.
I looked up.“Uh, you had shorts on…I saw them fine.” “I know, but what about my thighs?” They were about to bust out of his boxer briefs. I could just imagine sitting on them. I purposely forced my eyes away from his crotch.
This guy was really going all for nothing. How did he know I wouldn’t tell people? I think he was caught up in the moment.
“So?”, his voice cracked.
“You’re perfect.”
Did I just say that?
“You sure?”
He turned around and grabbed his cheeks from the bottom. “You think they’re firm enough?”
HOLY DOG CRAP!
“Okay, I think I’ve seen enough.” Yeah right, I wanted him to rip those briefs off and sit on my face. He turned around. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to be… gay. Can you not tell people…No, I don’t have anything to hide… Uh… Can you… Oh shit Zack, I effed up, huh?”
It’s cool,” I assured him. “You’re not gay. You just wanted some advice. Besides, I wouldn’t tell anyone. They’d just want to strip you down. I’m an ‘even if you ask me, I won’t tell,’ kind of guy.”
He laughed.
He came and sat next to me, and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks Zack, you’re really cool.” “Uh, Jase, do you think you could put your clothes back…you know, on?” I was getting a semi. I’m absolutely pathetic in hiding my gayness. That probably reinforces it to everyone.
“What? I’m making you nervous? Come here. Show me yours,” he cooed. He got this mischievous glance in his eyes. What was he gonna do? “Come on.” He pushed on my chest. “I can help you.” Crap. My reassurance made him TOO confident. What if he wanted to get me nude? What if there were cameras? What if-
“No, we’re here to study the Bible anyway. Come on. I opened it up. I fumbled with the pages. His hand spread over the pages stopping me from turning. I slowly looked up.
“Come on Zack, you’re still on the Bible thing? You REALLY think that’s why I asked you over here? Come on Zack, it’s YOU we’re talking about. Half the girls at bible study want you and you’re too retarded to see that. You NEVER talk to anyone and you always say something stupid before you leave.
He started talking in a slow, deep voice.
“Uh, bye guys. See you next Tuesday. I mean Thursday. I wish this was on Tuesdays. Tuesdays are so boring for me. Okay, see ya!” and then you run out. He was moving so stupidly with his body and hands. Did I really act like that? “People try to talk to you and you give gay answers: “Fine. No. I don’t know.” Can’t you, for ONCE, stop being a fag and act normal?”
WOW. I didn’t know whether to be offended or encouraged. This stripper was calling me a fag? He should look down.
I looked at him. He seemed really pissed.
“Come on, we were on Deuteronomy?”, I mumbled out, turning the pages.
“You know what?
GET OUT! GET the FUCKING FUCK OUT!”
He CURSED! OH MY GOSH! Some church boy he was!
“I’m serious Zack. Get the hell out.”
WOW. Leave it to me to mess up a situation like this.
I got up, put the Bible down and walked to the door. I turned around. He glared at me.
“It’s a door. Open it and fuck off.”
Man. He was gonna tell everyone lies to soothe his anger. Wait. I could tell them about the stripping. Yeah right. No I wouldn’t. Besides he’d probably say I stripped and came on to him.I fumbled with the doorknob. It was one of those things with like five locks. Okay three. I tried to open it. “Stupid door”, I muttered. “Uh could you help me?” I turned around and bumped into him.
“Stupid bitch. Move.”
I stepped back to make room for him. I turned around, not wanting to get caught staring at his butt.The fumbling stopped. Thank goodness. He got it. I could get out of here and try to forget this till Thursday. IF I went. Oh wow. I’m such a baby.
I felt myself falling.
I landed mid-fall on something.
His BODY!
His hands were moving around my waist. He pulled me tight to him. My butt was on his crotch! My back was on his chest and stomach! His neck wrapped halfway around mine and he stopped at my ear.
“Silly Zack. When are you gonna open up? You need a friend? Huh?”
He pulled me tighter to him.
He was rubbing my head.
His cheek was against mine. “You can stay here. For the rest of the day if you want. We can talk. Or we can chill. I just want to be friends. You can sleepover if you want. My house is your house.” Even though my butt was on his crotch, I didn’t feel anything moving or growing. Nothing. I felt his cock. It was soft though.
He let go and turned me around.
“Zack, you can trust me. Can we just be cool?”
“Uh, yeah” I mumbled.
He grabbed me again and tightly hugged me. Looking back, his body on mine didn’t even matter. Just being in someone’s embrace. Especially his. It felt so good. I can’t remember the last time what people thought didn’t matter. Nobody was laughing. I didn’t feel ashamed. Someone touching me and not wanting to beat me.
“I’m gonna make you trust me”, he whispered in my ear. ”We’re gonna be tight like brothers.”
I couldn’t believe what he said. It sounded so good. I’d been waiting my whole life to hear that. For someone to want me. Invite me over. Actually want to spend time with me. I was in warm, eternal bliss.
“JASE! What are you doing?”
He let me go and turned around.
“Mom, I was just…”
“JUST? JUST? JUST WHAT? No wonder you’ve been talking about him so much. I want to be his friend, ma. He seems so lonely, ma. So you invite him here for THIS?"
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON! “
“And you”, she turned on me, “OUT!”
I started to run out of the doorway.
Something stopped me.
He was holding onto my arm. “Zack, don’t leave. I’ll calm my mom down.”
“CALM ME DOWN?
I’m going to calm you down. You and your misdirected hormones! No wonder you’ve never had a real girlfriend. You spend too much time with boys. Soccer, Basketball. I’m going to have a talk with your father. This sports craziness has got to STOP! I don’t care about HOW much money you can make! I want GRANDCHILDREN!”
“Mom, I’m not gay, I was-“
“NO! I’m taking you to a psychologist first thing tomorrow morning. I have a friend. She’ll fix you! And don’t think I won’t be talking to your parents too! “
She slammed the door.
How could this be happening…”Zack wait! Mom, get the hell off me!” I fumbled with my keys.
I was whirled around. “Zack, stop freaking out. She’s a church mom. What do you expect?”
“GET IN THE HOUSE NOW JASE! You’re naked in the middle of the street! DO you LIKE embarrassing me?” She jumped on his back and started beating at his head. “GET INSIDE! GET INSIDE!”
“Mom, I’m not naked-“
“Oh! So underwear COUNTS!” She roared.
WOW. I should do something. No, the police would be there soon. It’d be all over the news. Everyone would know I was gay.
“A young church-going man instigated a sexual encounter with another church follower, until the mother walked in. Now, we’ll go to our religious correspondent, Pastor Wright.
Thank you Anderson, I’ve always thought Zack was a little off. He never spoke a word and wasn’t interested in the other girls in our youth program…”
My life was over.[i/]
“HELLO! HELL-O-O!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” OH MY GOODNESS! The guy from G.I. Joe!!!
“Yeah, you’re sorry. I’ve been yelling at you for like 3 minutes now.”
“Zack? What’s going on?” Crap. My manager. She hated me so much.
“Uh”, I looked at her, him, then swallowed and almost choked as my throat was so dry.
“Nothing ma’am, he was just trying to calm me down. I was getting worked up over my ex. He’s a good listener.” “Okay then, hurry up and finish his order, and afterwards, take five Zack. I want to see you in the back.”
“Yes, Mrs. Denizen.”
“Damn. You’re screwed man.”
“Yeah, I Know. But thanks for that, though. May I take your order?”
“Yeah, I’d like a large hot dog.”
“Uh, this Burger King don’t sell hot dogs.” I looked up at him, expecting him to be beet red. He glared at me.
Then suddenly broke out laughing.
“Dude…it was a joke.”
“Oh. Ha ha!” I repied sarcastically. “Lighten up man, it’s not the end of the world.”
“Yeah, just the end of my job.” He shook his head. “So yeah, a Whopper, medium drink and small fries.”
“Is that all?”
“No, if you want me to pay, you gotta smile. I’d like a smile with those fries.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a crappy smile. “Come on, a real one. He reached over the counter, and WHAT?“OW!”
He squeezed my nipple!
What the heck? “SMILE.” He ordered. I gave my best smile. “Okay, how much is it?” As he paid, I studied him. He did look like the guy from G.I. Joe, but he was blonde. Mmmm.“Will that be for here, or to go?”
“Here.”
I gave him his ticket and he moved over for the next customer. There was no else in line.
Yay.
“SO, you in school?” “I’m sorry, I have to go and see my manager now…”
“No you don’t, you’re trying to avoid me. Shouldn’t you keep me happy if you don’t want to get fired?”
“Look, you squeezed my nipple and I didn’t call my manager on you, so can you just wait for your order? Now if you’ll excuse me…” Why was I being so mean? “Yeah, ‘cause she’s in love with you, and you’re going back there now, for a promotion.”, he shot back, as he glared at me. “Besides, what would she do? Fire me? I don’t work here, remember?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I really need this job. Now, I have to go. As I turned around, I saw his order was ready. I handed it to him. “Have a good day.”
He glared at me.
Man, I was really acting nasty for no reason. He even tried to defend me. As I opened the door to the break room, I took a deep breath and entered. She turned around.
The fat pig.
How cliché for a fat pig to work to work at a fast food place.
“Zack, I appreciate you lending a listening ear to our customers. But you’re a cashier, not a therapist.”
“I’m sorry, but there was no one after him.”
“Even so, I’m not going to let you jeopardize my Burger King. So be careful, as you’re skating on thin ice.”
What a fat, nasty pig.
“I’m sorry Zack, it’s just that I’m going through a divorce, and I can’t afford anything happening to this place. The regional supervisor wants to shut us down and relocate us. I’m taking care of a very sick nephew, and child support doesn’t apply to him. I don’t have kids of my own, and I’m all he has. Rooting him up would be very difficult and just…”
I didn’t know what to say. I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unload that on you. Can you keep this between us?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, get out there and make me proud!” Was she tearing up?
I left the break room. You never know what’s going on with people. Still, she was too dramatic.
Like I could get the store closed down.
There weren’t any customers. Thank goodness.
I went back to my register and started playing with it. The only other cashier was an older woman, Tameka. She’s a single mom. She’s always getting calls about her kids. She didn’t talk much. That wasn’t a problem for me.
“Hey.”
That voice.
Oh boy. It was him again. “Did you need ketchup or something?” I politely asked. “No, you DID forget to give me ketchup, but it’s okay. Soccer mom over there took care of me.” “How else may I help you?”
“Somebody left their receipt.”
He handed me a receipt. “Oh. Thank you.” I crumpled it and threw it out.
“Hey! What if they come back for it?”
“I highly doubt anyone will.”
"It was a big order though, they might need to.” “Fine”, I sighed. I retrieved it from the trap, smoothed it out. And put it on my register. “Happy?” “Yeah. You should hold onto it. Whoever it belonged to, wrote what looks like important stuff on the back. I’m pretty sure they’ll be back.” “Okay, thank you.”
“Aren’t you gonna look?”
“No, they deserve their privacy.” He sighed and shook his head. “Have a good day man.” He turned as he pushed the door open. He was smiling.
"I know you’re gonna look at it, as soon as I leave.”
What was with this dude? Did he write his number on it or something?
Yeah right.
Another customer came in. A HOT DUDE! Man, was it my day.”Excuse me, I left a receipt here and wrote something on the back of it. No one found it, right?”
Go figure.
“Actually, someone did.”
“Oh good. Could you read the number off for me?” I turned the receipt over.
Call me if you need a job. 508-567-5834.
I looked up. “Five oh eight…”
“Dude,” he said, “It’s for you.”
That was the easiest five bucks ever. Hold on. I’ll be right back.”
What was going on?
He came back in.
"I want a double whopper…” “I’m sorry, but I’m lost here.” “Wow dude, some guy outside said to to ask you for a receipt, read the number off and when you did, say, “It’s for you.” That’s all I know. “Hey...five bucks at two gay dudes expense? No problemo.
Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“None taken, I’m not gay and don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So that’ll be a double whopper…anything else?”
SO, what'd you think? This is my first story. I did a dream thread on here, but no one else posted. Anyway, feedback would be good if you think I should continue...
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I can’t believe that finally it's summer. Well, it’s almost done anyway. Still, I have a few more weeks before classes start again. Man, I can’t believe I still haven’t hooked up with anyone yet. I’ve spent all summer getting in shape. That’s why I wasn’t a jock in high school. Exercise HURTS! The only thing I didn’t need to work on was my butt. It’s so round and juicy, it’s a wonder no has ever grabbed it. I’m flexing my pecs. Ha ha! The next girl in line is watching. I love that. My new man tits are popping. Man, do these feel weird. Kinda how it feels for a chick to have breasts? The first dude who compliments my body, I’ll ask out. Yeah right, who am I kidding?
But seriously, micro pecs, abs, tight butt, why am I not picking up anyone? My face? Well, I can’t do anything about that. I had one near experience earlier this summer, well kinda…but…sigh…he was so effing hot too. I went over to the house of a hot guy from bible study. He said he wanted to meet before bible study that week. I wonder if it was a coincidence that I mentioned out loud to anyone who cared last Bible study that Tuesdays were so boring for me. On Sunday, he asked me to come over the following Tuesday.
So, as I walked up to his door, I imagined him opening the door, pulling me inside and saying the only thing he wanted to study was my body. I’m so pathetic. The doorbell was ringing. It was so surreal. Who pressed the doorbell anyway? Me? What was I doing here? The door started to open.
CRAP. I didn’t check myself in the side mirror. What was I wearing? Was it cool? I should have worn
“ZACK! You actually came!”
He stared at me, waiting for a reaction.
“Hey! Why wouldn’t I?” I blurted out. Crap.
“I thought you might stand me up…because I kind of asked you out of the blue…and we don’t really talk that much.” WOW. Why was he being so open and transparent? Stand him up? Was this a date in his mind?
“Uh… sure. No problem. It’s cool.” Man he was hot. I studied his face thinking he WAS the original design for Greek gods reincarnated. Thick, sexy eyebrows. A nose that- “Uh…you should probably come inside, us standing here just looks weird.”
He was conscious about looking gay? He stepped back and I stepped inside. He closed the door, standing there awkwardly. I stared at him expectantly. Awkward. He was nervous! Was I smiling? He started to smile. “So, uh…let’s get down to it…I mean, yeah…Did you bring your Bible?”
CRAP!
A hot guy invites me over to study the bible and I forget it. I was too busy picking out what to wear. I looked down. I forgot my Bible for the crap I was wearing? What was wrong with me? “Uh…I kind of forgot it. I was so nervous about you aski-“ What the hell was I saying? Change it quick! “No, I mean…you asking me questions I couldn’t answer, so I forgot it.” He’s gonna laugh. That made no sense. “It’s cool, I have two right there.” He pointed to the couch.
I sat down and took one of them. “Can I take this one?” They were Bibles. What was I asking? “Yeah, it just a Bible. So, uh, before we start…I wanted to uh… remember last -“ He stopped, took a breath and sighed, “Let me start over.”
He was wearing a polo that was unbuttoned at the top. A sweat drop trailed down his neck and disappeared between his pecs. Mmmm. I licked my lips.
“Zack?” He was touching me. I looked. His hand was on my knee. I slowly looked up. CRAP. His eyes said it all. He probably saw me following the drop, lust in my eyes, staring at his beautiful chest.
I LICKED MY LIPS!
“Oh, sorry! I was thinking about something.”
Silence.
He started to say something then stopped.
“Uh…” He took a deep breath. Did you hear anything I said?
Crap.
“Sorry, no, can you say it again? I was lost in the Holy Spirit.” LOST IN THE HOLY SPIRIT?! “I don’t mean to be -“
“DO YOU THINK I’M HOT?” he suddenly blurted out.
My eyes widened. Man, I hoped this ended in me losing my cherry! WAIT. Was this real? He’s probably trying to get me to admit I’m gay. Not falling for that.
“Uh…” I started.
“No homo. I just wanted to know as another guy if you think I’m good looking.” He was trying to save face?
“Well, you’re definitely not ugly.”
He smiled.
“Thanks.”
Silence.
“Hey, we’re guys right?”, he ventured.
“Yeahhh”, I said confused as to where he was going with this.
“So if we’re dudes, it’s not gay if I ask you what you think of my body, right?”
“Uh, sure!”
Was he gonna strip?
” I see you’ve gotten a little bigger and I wanted to know what you think I could work on.”
Why was this championship football jock-
He jerked his shirt off instantly. I’m surprised it didn’t rip.
“Uhhhhh…” I couldn’t speak. His body was SO perfect. Sweat was dripping down his neck, glistening his pecs. His nipples. They were dark and perky. His abs. Ooh his abs. It’s like he stuck rocks underneath his skin. Halfway between the abs was lighty dusted hair that led down to his…
“You like?” He smirked. He was NERVOUS! His leg was jittering like crazy and he stood there unnaturally. Who would’ve guessed?
“Uh, looks pretty good to me.”
“What about my calves?”
He had shorts on and as I studied them, he suddenly dropped them.
I looked up.“Uh, you had shorts on…I saw them fine.” “I know, but what about my thighs?” They were about to bust out of his boxer briefs. I could just imagine sitting on them. I purposely forced my eyes away from his crotch.
This guy was really going all for nothing. How did he know I wouldn’t tell people? I think he was caught up in the moment.
“So?”, his voice cracked.
“You’re perfect.”
Did I just say that?
“You sure?”
He turned around and grabbed his cheeks from the bottom. “You think they’re firm enough?”
HOLY DOG CRAP!
“Okay, I think I’ve seen enough.” Yeah right, I wanted him to rip those briefs off and sit on my face. He turned around. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to be… gay. Can you not tell people…No, I don’t have anything to hide… Uh… Can you… Oh shit Zack, I effed up, huh?”
It’s cool,” I assured him. “You’re not gay. You just wanted some advice. Besides, I wouldn’t tell anyone. They’d just want to strip you down. I’m an ‘even if you ask me, I won’t tell,’ kind of guy.”
He laughed.
He came and sat next to me, and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks Zack, you’re really cool.” “Uh, Jase, do you think you could put your clothes back…you know, on?” I was getting a semi. I’m absolutely pathetic in hiding my gayness. That probably reinforces it to everyone.
“What? I’m making you nervous? Come here. Show me yours,” he cooed. He got this mischievous glance in his eyes. What was he gonna do? “Come on.” He pushed on my chest. “I can help you.” Crap. My reassurance made him TOO confident. What if he wanted to get me nude? What if there were cameras? What if-
“No, we’re here to study the Bible anyway. Come on. I opened it up. I fumbled with the pages. His hand spread over the pages stopping me from turning. I slowly looked up.
“Come on Zack, you’re still on the Bible thing? You REALLY think that’s why I asked you over here? Come on Zack, it’s YOU we’re talking about. Half the girls at bible study want you and you’re too retarded to see that. You NEVER talk to anyone and you always say something stupid before you leave.
He started talking in a slow, deep voice.
“Uh, bye guys. See you next Tuesday. I mean Thursday. I wish this was on Tuesdays. Tuesdays are so boring for me. Okay, see ya!” and then you run out. He was moving so stupidly with his body and hands. Did I really act like that? “People try to talk to you and you give gay answers: “Fine. No. I don’t know.” Can’t you, for ONCE, stop being a fag and act normal?”
WOW. I didn’t know whether to be offended or encouraged. This stripper was calling me a fag? He should look down.
I looked at him. He seemed really pissed.
“Come on, we were on Deuteronomy?”, I mumbled out, turning the pages.
“You know what?
GET OUT! GET the FUCKING FUCK OUT!”
He CURSED! OH MY GOSH! Some church boy he was!
“I’m serious Zack. Get the hell out.”
WOW. Leave it to me to mess up a situation like this.
I got up, put the Bible down and walked to the door. I turned around. He glared at me.
“It’s a door. Open it and fuck off.”
Man. He was gonna tell everyone lies to soothe his anger. Wait. I could tell them about the stripping. Yeah right. No I wouldn’t. Besides he’d probably say I stripped and came on to him.I fumbled with the doorknob. It was one of those things with like five locks. Okay three. I tried to open it. “Stupid door”, I muttered. “Uh could you help me?” I turned around and bumped into him.
“Stupid bitch. Move.”
I stepped back to make room for him. I turned around, not wanting to get caught staring at his butt.The fumbling stopped. Thank goodness. He got it. I could get out of here and try to forget this till Thursday. IF I went. Oh wow. I’m such a baby.
I felt myself falling.
I landed mid-fall on something.
His BODY!
His hands were moving around my waist. He pulled me tight to him. My butt was on his crotch! My back was on his chest and stomach! His neck wrapped halfway around mine and he stopped at my ear.
“Silly Zack. When are you gonna open up? You need a friend? Huh?”
He pulled me tighter to him.
He was rubbing my head.
His cheek was against mine. “You can stay here. For the rest of the day if you want. We can talk. Or we can chill. I just want to be friends. You can sleepover if you want. My house is your house.” Even though my butt was on his crotch, I didn’t feel anything moving or growing. Nothing. I felt his cock. It was soft though.
He let go and turned me around.
“Zack, you can trust me. Can we just be cool?”
“Uh, yeah” I mumbled.
He grabbed me again and tightly hugged me. Looking back, his body on mine didn’t even matter. Just being in someone’s embrace. Especially his. It felt so good. I can’t remember the last time what people thought didn’t matter. Nobody was laughing. I didn’t feel ashamed. Someone touching me and not wanting to beat me.
“I’m gonna make you trust me”, he whispered in my ear. ”We’re gonna be tight like brothers.”
I couldn’t believe what he said. It sounded so good. I’d been waiting my whole life to hear that. For someone to want me. Invite me over. Actually want to spend time with me. I was in warm, eternal bliss.
“JASE! What are you doing?”
He let me go and turned around.
“Mom, I was just…”
“JUST? JUST? JUST WHAT? No wonder you’ve been talking about him so much. I want to be his friend, ma. He seems so lonely, ma. So you invite him here for THIS?"
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON! “
“And you”, she turned on me, “OUT!”
I started to run out of the doorway.
Something stopped me.
He was holding onto my arm. “Zack, don’t leave. I’ll calm my mom down.”
“CALM ME DOWN?
I’m going to calm you down. You and your misdirected hormones! No wonder you’ve never had a real girlfriend. You spend too much time with boys. Soccer, Basketball. I’m going to have a talk with your father. This sports craziness has got to STOP! I don’t care about HOW much money you can make! I want GRANDCHILDREN!”
“Mom, I’m not gay, I was-“
“NO! I’m taking you to a psychologist first thing tomorrow morning. I have a friend. She’ll fix you! And don’t think I won’t be talking to your parents too! “
She slammed the door.
How could this be happening…”Zack wait! Mom, get the hell off me!” I fumbled with my keys.
I was whirled around. “Zack, stop freaking out. She’s a church mom. What do you expect?”
“GET IN THE HOUSE NOW JASE! You’re naked in the middle of the street! DO you LIKE embarrassing me?” She jumped on his back and started beating at his head. “GET INSIDE! GET INSIDE!”
“Mom, I’m not naked-“
“Oh! So underwear COUNTS!” She roared.
WOW. I should do something. No, the police would be there soon. It’d be all over the news. Everyone would know I was gay.
“A young church-going man instigated a sexual encounter with another church follower, until the mother walked in. Now, we’ll go to our religious correspondent, Pastor Wright.
Thank you Anderson, I’ve always thought Zack was a little off. He never spoke a word and wasn’t interested in the other girls in our youth program…”
My life was over.[i/]
“HELLO! HELL-O-O!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” OH MY GOODNESS! The guy from G.I. Joe!!!
“Yeah, you’re sorry. I’ve been yelling at you for like 3 minutes now.”
“Zack? What’s going on?” Crap. My manager. She hated me so much.
“Uh”, I looked at her, him, then swallowed and almost choked as my throat was so dry.
“Nothing ma’am, he was just trying to calm me down. I was getting worked up over my ex. He’s a good listener.” “Okay then, hurry up and finish his order, and afterwards, take five Zack. I want to see you in the back.”
“Yes, Mrs. Denizen.”
“Damn. You’re screwed man.”
“Yeah, I Know. But thanks for that, though. May I take your order?”
“Yeah, I’d like a large hot dog.”
“Uh, this Burger King don’t sell hot dogs.” I looked up at him, expecting him to be beet red. He glared at me.
Then suddenly broke out laughing.
“Dude…it was a joke.”
“Oh. Ha ha!” I repied sarcastically. “Lighten up man, it’s not the end of the world.”
“Yeah, just the end of my job.” He shook his head. “So yeah, a Whopper, medium drink and small fries.”
“Is that all?”
“No, if you want me to pay, you gotta smile. I’d like a smile with those fries.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a crappy smile. “Come on, a real one. He reached over the counter, and WHAT?“OW!”
He squeezed my nipple!
What the heck? “SMILE.” He ordered. I gave my best smile. “Okay, how much is it?” As he paid, I studied him. He did look like the guy from G.I. Joe, but he was blonde. Mmmm.“Will that be for here, or to go?”
“Here.”
I gave him his ticket and he moved over for the next customer. There was no else in line.
Yay.
“SO, you in school?” “I’m sorry, I have to go and see my manager now…”
“No you don’t, you’re trying to avoid me. Shouldn’t you keep me happy if you don’t want to get fired?”
“Look, you squeezed my nipple and I didn’t call my manager on you, so can you just wait for your order? Now if you’ll excuse me…” Why was I being so mean? “Yeah, ‘cause she’s in love with you, and you’re going back there now, for a promotion.”, he shot back, as he glared at me. “Besides, what would she do? Fire me? I don’t work here, remember?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I really need this job. Now, I have to go. As I turned around, I saw his order was ready. I handed it to him. “Have a good day.”
He glared at me.
Man, I was really acting nasty for no reason. He even tried to defend me. As I opened the door to the break room, I took a deep breath and entered. She turned around.
The fat pig.
How cliché for a fat pig to work to work at a fast food place.
“Zack, I appreciate you lending a listening ear to our customers. But you’re a cashier, not a therapist.”
“I’m sorry, but there was no one after him.”
“Even so, I’m not going to let you jeopardize my Burger King. So be careful, as you’re skating on thin ice.”
What a fat, nasty pig.
“I’m sorry Zack, it’s just that I’m going through a divorce, and I can’t afford anything happening to this place. The regional supervisor wants to shut us down and relocate us. I’m taking care of a very sick nephew, and child support doesn’t apply to him. I don’t have kids of my own, and I’m all he has. Rooting him up would be very difficult and just…”
I didn’t know what to say. I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unload that on you. Can you keep this between us?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, get out there and make me proud!” Was she tearing up?
I left the break room. You never know what’s going on with people. Still, she was too dramatic.
Like I could get the store closed down.
There weren’t any customers. Thank goodness.
I went back to my register and started playing with it. The only other cashier was an older woman, Tameka. She’s a single mom. She’s always getting calls about her kids. She didn’t talk much. That wasn’t a problem for me.
“Hey.”
That voice.
Oh boy. It was him again. “Did you need ketchup or something?” I politely asked. “No, you DID forget to give me ketchup, but it’s okay. Soccer mom over there took care of me.” “How else may I help you?”
“Somebody left their receipt.”
He handed me a receipt. “Oh. Thank you.” I crumpled it and threw it out.
“Hey! What if they come back for it?”
“I highly doubt anyone will.”
"It was a big order though, they might need to.” “Fine”, I sighed. I retrieved it from the trap, smoothed it out. And put it on my register. “Happy?” “Yeah. You should hold onto it. Whoever it belonged to, wrote what looks like important stuff on the back. I’m pretty sure they’ll be back.” “Okay, thank you.”
“Aren’t you gonna look?”
“No, they deserve their privacy.” He sighed and shook his head. “Have a good day man.” He turned as he pushed the door open. He was smiling.
"I know you’re gonna look at it, as soon as I leave.”
What was with this dude? Did he write his number on it or something?
Yeah right.
Another customer came in. A HOT DUDE! Man, was it my day.”Excuse me, I left a receipt here and wrote something on the back of it. No one found it, right?”
Go figure.
“Actually, someone did.”
“Oh good. Could you read the number off for me?” I turned the receipt over.
Call me if you need a job. 508-567-5834.
I looked up. “Five oh eight…”
“Dude,” he said, “It’s for you.”
That was the easiest five bucks ever. Hold on. I’ll be right back.”
What was going on?
He came back in.
"I want a double whopper…” “I’m sorry, but I’m lost here.” “Wow dude, some guy outside said to to ask you for a receipt, read the number off and when you did, say, “It’s for you.” That’s all I know. “Hey...five bucks at two gay dudes expense? No problemo.
Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“None taken, I’m not gay and don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So that’ll be a double whopper…anything else?”
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SO, what'd you think? This is my first story. I did a dream thread on here, but no one else posted. Anyway, feedback would be good if you think I should continue...
I will certainly read any further posts you make... 
