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Hey everyone! This is my second story (the first being "Two Boys Home Alone") and I'm excited to start it off. I'll be writing longer chapters this time around, so no more short ones.
I hope everyone enjoys it and please tell me what you think!
"Umm…Uncle Cody?" Marshall said. "Yeah, what is it?" Uncle Cody asked as he finished his burger. They were sitting in Uncle Cody's car, in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.
"I have something to tell you…I'm gay."
Cody was quiet for a minute before he pushed his car door open and ran towards a small bush. Marshall jumped out of the car and ran to him. He was throwing up and Marshall gently patted his back for support. Uncle Cody sat down on the hood of the car next to Marshall and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"So you're…g-gay?" Marshall looked down in shame and nodded.
"Look…I'm sorry but I don't know how to take this. I've never liked gay people but…I just need to think, OK?" Uncle Cody said and got off the car hood. Marshall nodded and got off too. They both got back inside and Uncle Cody drove him home.
As Uncle Cody pulled by the curb, Marshall opened his door to get out but Cody stopped him. Marshall turned and looked at him.
"Look…I might need a bit to get used to this…but just know that I love you no matter what. Okay, kid?" Marshall's face made a big smile and they hugged. Uncle Cody always called him kid, even though he was already twenty years old and Uncle Cody was only five years older than him.
Marshall closed the door to his house and looked around. There was no sign of his mom or his sister.
"Hello?!" he called loudly. No one answered. He shrugged and walked through a hallway and into his room. He threw himself onto the bed and rested his hands behind his head. He grinned thinking about what had just happened. Before he had told his uncle only his mom had known about him being gay. His dad had died a few years ago, so he didn’t have to worry about telling him. The only other family member that he really wanted to tell was his sister, Lea. He fell asleep wondering what it would be like to be completely out.
Two hours later, he awoke as his sister shook him. "Hey, where's the chord to your printer? I need to print something for my English class and I can't find mine." Marshall rubbed his eyes and stretched, "Umm…it's in my closet. I'll get it for you in a minute." Lea shook her head. "No, I'll just get it. You'll probably fall asleep again." Marshall decided to let it go and simply nodded back. He turned on his side as he heard his sister go through his closet. He fell asleep again.
Not twenty minutes later, he woke up again, this time because he felt someone playfully hitting him.
"What?" he almost yelled.
"Dude, get the fuck up! Don't you remember where we're supposed to go tonight?" his best friend Matthew said.
"What? No." Marshall said, still half asleep. Matthew gave him one good hard punch in his ribs and soon Marshall was sitting up, his face scrunched in pain.
"Ow, you bitch!" Matthew laughed at this. "Get up man! We're going to the movies, remember?"
"I told you earlier that I decided I wasn't gonna go after all. I thought you made plans with Eric?"
"I did, but he bailed on me, so now you gotta suffer."
"I'm too tired, man. I only slept an hour last night. My stupid insomnia." Matthew got close to Marshall and made a face full of fake sadness. "But I don’t wanna go alone and you're my best friend." Marshall let out a small laugh before laying back again. "Sorry but I'm too tired. I'll go with you to see the movie tomorrow."
Matthew got up from the bed and said "OK, so we're doing this the hard way. I'll drag you out of bed if I have to."
"Please don't," Marshall said as he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. Matthew grabbed both his ankles and started pulling. Soon Marshall fell off the bed and onto the floor, his pillow in his hand. "Ugh. I fucking hate you so much right now. Fine, you big baby, I'll go with you. You better love me for this." Marshall got up and walked past Matthew. "You know I do!" Matthew replied smiling.
"You're an ass, you know that, right?" Marshall mumbled as they drove to the movie theater. "Oh, stop whining. You've been putting up with me for seven years; I would've thought you would be used to me being an ass by now." "No, I hate it. I only stay around to stare at your fine ass." Marshall replied grinning. Matthew laughed and said "I always knew you were gay. You look like it." Marshall gave a little awkward laugh back.
The movie ended and Marshall and Matthew were walking back to their car. Marshall didn't even pay attention to the movie. He wanted to come out to Matthew. He was fairly certain that he would be cool with it, but there was always that small chance that he wouldn't like it. They finally got to the car. As Marshall sat in the seat, he started to cry. He wanted to say the words but couldn't. He wasn't brave enough.
"Oh, come on. Did that movie scare you princess?" Matthew said, laughing. Marshall used his jacket sleeve to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. Matthew stopped laughing at him and turned his body towards him. He set his hand on Marshall's shoulder. "What's wrong, man?" Marshall shook his head. "Please tell me. You know you can tell me anything. I'm an ass, but I don't judge. You know that." Matthew said and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Marshall shook his head again. "Please drive me home. I can't do this tonight." Matthew nodded and turned his attention to the car. "Ok. Just remember that I'm here for you no matter what."
The drive to Marshall's house seemed like a century. When they finally got there Marshall ran out of the car, quickly slamming the door shut, and up to his porch. Matthew sighed before driving off into the dark street.
Marshall woke up the next morning. His alarm on his phone was going off. He looked around before grabbing his small silver phone off of his night stand. He shut off the alarm and turned so that he was laying on his back now. He thought about everything that had happened the night before. He tried to shake the thoughts away by shaking his head. Getting out of bed, he was only in his boxers. He walked into the bathroom that he had in his room and turned on the shower. He pulled off his dark blue boxers and threw them in the corner of the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he flexed his arm muscles, smiling at the results he got. He stretched his right arm up and looked at his hairy armpit. He twirled the hair around a bit and smiled. Marshall had an armpit fetish and couldn't get enough of it.
The hot water sprayed on his cold body. He moaned out of relaxation. After shampooing his hair, he started to rub the soap bar all over his body. By the time he got to his dick it was as hard as a rock. He soaped it up a bit before setting the soap bar down. Marshall started to pull on his cock with his right hand. Eventually he started jerking it at a fast pace. With his left hand he felt his chest. It wasn't great, but wasn't bad. "Ooohh….Uuhhhh…" He pinched his nipple and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly as his cock pumped his load all over the shower curtain. Eventually, it stopped and Marshall opened his eyes and smiled in satisfaction. He let his hand drop his now soft dick, only to find that some of his cum had shot onto his hand. He licked it off and smiled again.
Marshall pulled on his shoes as his phone made the familiar beeping noise. He grabbed it from his bed and looked. A message from Matthew. He opened it and read it. "Hey Marshall. Let me drive you to work. Please? Everything's OK man." Marshall thought for a few minutes before replying. "Ok. How long till you get here?" Only a second later his phone beeped again. "Actually, I'm parked right in front of your house. I've been waiting here for like 20 mins. Hurry the fuck up!" Marshall laughed before slipping his phone into his pocket and walking into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror to make sure his nametag was straightened. His shirt read "The Beef Barn", a small grocery store that specialized in, wouldn't you know it, meat.
Marshall walked out of his house and towards Matthew's car. Getting in, they both fist bumped. Matthew started to drive and said "Listen…I think I know why you were upset last night." Marshall stayed quiet as he sunk into his seat. "Don't be ashamed, ok? Be proud of who you are. I actually love it that you're gay." Marshall let out a small smile and asked "Why do you like it?" "Because that means more chicks for me." Matthew replied and they both laughed.
"So you're really ok with this?" Marshall asked. "Of course. You're my best friend. My BFF, if you will. But seriously, yeah man, I'm totally cool with it. I'm actually excited to see you get a boyfriend. I bet you guys will be cute together." "You're so weird!" Marshall exclaimed and they both laughed again.
They pulled up to Marshall's work. "Alright, well I'll see you later." Marshall said and got out of the car. He closed the door and stuck his head into the window. "Thanks." "No problem. Now go work that meat!" Matthew yelled. Marshall rolled his eyes, chuckled, and walked towards the entrance.
Marshall handed the long receipt to the old lady and smiled. "Thank you. Have a nice day," he said and the old lady smiled back. A man appeared now. He looked like a man's man: A beard, tall, rugged look, fit but not too fit, and to top it all off he was buying beer. Marshall scanned the three six packs and set them in the man's cart as he was handed bills to cover the sum that showed on the screen.
As Marshall turned to put the cash in the register, he noticed a young man standing behind the older man, waiting to pay. He had seen this younger guy a few times before during his other shifts. He was cute and wearing tight fitted shirt and pants. He looked about twenty-four. His hair was gelled up in a messy look and he smiled when he saw Marshall look at him. Marshall smiled back, looking deep into his eyes.
"Uh, hello?" The older man said, startling Marshall. "Umm…sorry. Here's your change," he said and handed over a bill and some coins. The man left without a smile or good bye but Marshall was too excited to notice as he waited for his next costumer.
I hope everyone enjoys it and please tell me what you think!
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"Umm…Uncle Cody?" Marshall said. "Yeah, what is it?" Uncle Cody asked as he finished his burger. They were sitting in Uncle Cody's car, in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.
"I have something to tell you…I'm gay."
Cody was quiet for a minute before he pushed his car door open and ran towards a small bush. Marshall jumped out of the car and ran to him. He was throwing up and Marshall gently patted his back for support. Uncle Cody sat down on the hood of the car next to Marshall and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"So you're…g-gay?" Marshall looked down in shame and nodded.
"Look…I'm sorry but I don't know how to take this. I've never liked gay people but…I just need to think, OK?" Uncle Cody said and got off the car hood. Marshall nodded and got off too. They both got back inside and Uncle Cody drove him home.
As Uncle Cody pulled by the curb, Marshall opened his door to get out but Cody stopped him. Marshall turned and looked at him.
"Look…I might need a bit to get used to this…but just know that I love you no matter what. Okay, kid?" Marshall's face made a big smile and they hugged. Uncle Cody always called him kid, even though he was already twenty years old and Uncle Cody was only five years older than him.
Marshall closed the door to his house and looked around. There was no sign of his mom or his sister.
"Hello?!" he called loudly. No one answered. He shrugged and walked through a hallway and into his room. He threw himself onto the bed and rested his hands behind his head. He grinned thinking about what had just happened. Before he had told his uncle only his mom had known about him being gay. His dad had died a few years ago, so he didn’t have to worry about telling him. The only other family member that he really wanted to tell was his sister, Lea. He fell asleep wondering what it would be like to be completely out.
Two hours later, he awoke as his sister shook him. "Hey, where's the chord to your printer? I need to print something for my English class and I can't find mine." Marshall rubbed his eyes and stretched, "Umm…it's in my closet. I'll get it for you in a minute." Lea shook her head. "No, I'll just get it. You'll probably fall asleep again." Marshall decided to let it go and simply nodded back. He turned on his side as he heard his sister go through his closet. He fell asleep again.
Not twenty minutes later, he woke up again, this time because he felt someone playfully hitting him.
"What?" he almost yelled.
"Dude, get the fuck up! Don't you remember where we're supposed to go tonight?" his best friend Matthew said.
"What? No." Marshall said, still half asleep. Matthew gave him one good hard punch in his ribs and soon Marshall was sitting up, his face scrunched in pain.
"Ow, you bitch!" Matthew laughed at this. "Get up man! We're going to the movies, remember?"
"I told you earlier that I decided I wasn't gonna go after all. I thought you made plans with Eric?"
"I did, but he bailed on me, so now you gotta suffer."
"I'm too tired, man. I only slept an hour last night. My stupid insomnia." Matthew got close to Marshall and made a face full of fake sadness. "But I don’t wanna go alone and you're my best friend." Marshall let out a small laugh before laying back again. "Sorry but I'm too tired. I'll go with you to see the movie tomorrow."
Matthew got up from the bed and said "OK, so we're doing this the hard way. I'll drag you out of bed if I have to."
"Please don't," Marshall said as he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. Matthew grabbed both his ankles and started pulling. Soon Marshall fell off the bed and onto the floor, his pillow in his hand. "Ugh. I fucking hate you so much right now. Fine, you big baby, I'll go with you. You better love me for this." Marshall got up and walked past Matthew. "You know I do!" Matthew replied smiling.
"You're an ass, you know that, right?" Marshall mumbled as they drove to the movie theater. "Oh, stop whining. You've been putting up with me for seven years; I would've thought you would be used to me being an ass by now." "No, I hate it. I only stay around to stare at your fine ass." Marshall replied grinning. Matthew laughed and said "I always knew you were gay. You look like it." Marshall gave a little awkward laugh back.
The movie ended and Marshall and Matthew were walking back to their car. Marshall didn't even pay attention to the movie. He wanted to come out to Matthew. He was fairly certain that he would be cool with it, but there was always that small chance that he wouldn't like it. They finally got to the car. As Marshall sat in the seat, he started to cry. He wanted to say the words but couldn't. He wasn't brave enough.
"Oh, come on. Did that movie scare you princess?" Matthew said, laughing. Marshall used his jacket sleeve to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. Matthew stopped laughing at him and turned his body towards him. He set his hand on Marshall's shoulder. "What's wrong, man?" Marshall shook his head. "Please tell me. You know you can tell me anything. I'm an ass, but I don't judge. You know that." Matthew said and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Marshall shook his head again. "Please drive me home. I can't do this tonight." Matthew nodded and turned his attention to the car. "Ok. Just remember that I'm here for you no matter what."
The drive to Marshall's house seemed like a century. When they finally got there Marshall ran out of the car, quickly slamming the door shut, and up to his porch. Matthew sighed before driving off into the dark street.
Marshall woke up the next morning. His alarm on his phone was going off. He looked around before grabbing his small silver phone off of his night stand. He shut off the alarm and turned so that he was laying on his back now. He thought about everything that had happened the night before. He tried to shake the thoughts away by shaking his head. Getting out of bed, he was only in his boxers. He walked into the bathroom that he had in his room and turned on the shower. He pulled off his dark blue boxers and threw them in the corner of the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he flexed his arm muscles, smiling at the results he got. He stretched his right arm up and looked at his hairy armpit. He twirled the hair around a bit and smiled. Marshall had an armpit fetish and couldn't get enough of it.
The hot water sprayed on his cold body. He moaned out of relaxation. After shampooing his hair, he started to rub the soap bar all over his body. By the time he got to his dick it was as hard as a rock. He soaped it up a bit before setting the soap bar down. Marshall started to pull on his cock with his right hand. Eventually he started jerking it at a fast pace. With his left hand he felt his chest. It wasn't great, but wasn't bad. "Ooohh….Uuhhhh…" He pinched his nipple and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly as his cock pumped his load all over the shower curtain. Eventually, it stopped and Marshall opened his eyes and smiled in satisfaction. He let his hand drop his now soft dick, only to find that some of his cum had shot onto his hand. He licked it off and smiled again.
Marshall pulled on his shoes as his phone made the familiar beeping noise. He grabbed it from his bed and looked. A message from Matthew. He opened it and read it. "Hey Marshall. Let me drive you to work. Please? Everything's OK man." Marshall thought for a few minutes before replying. "Ok. How long till you get here?" Only a second later his phone beeped again. "Actually, I'm parked right in front of your house. I've been waiting here for like 20 mins. Hurry the fuck up!" Marshall laughed before slipping his phone into his pocket and walking into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror to make sure his nametag was straightened. His shirt read "The Beef Barn", a small grocery store that specialized in, wouldn't you know it, meat.
Marshall walked out of his house and towards Matthew's car. Getting in, they both fist bumped. Matthew started to drive and said "Listen…I think I know why you were upset last night." Marshall stayed quiet as he sunk into his seat. "Don't be ashamed, ok? Be proud of who you are. I actually love it that you're gay." Marshall let out a small smile and asked "Why do you like it?" "Because that means more chicks for me." Matthew replied and they both laughed.
"So you're really ok with this?" Marshall asked. "Of course. You're my best friend. My BFF, if you will. But seriously, yeah man, I'm totally cool with it. I'm actually excited to see you get a boyfriend. I bet you guys will be cute together." "You're so weird!" Marshall exclaimed and they both laughed again.
They pulled up to Marshall's work. "Alright, well I'll see you later." Marshall said and got out of the car. He closed the door and stuck his head into the window. "Thanks." "No problem. Now go work that meat!" Matthew yelled. Marshall rolled his eyes, chuckled, and walked towards the entrance.
Marshall handed the long receipt to the old lady and smiled. "Thank you. Have a nice day," he said and the old lady smiled back. A man appeared now. He looked like a man's man: A beard, tall, rugged look, fit but not too fit, and to top it all off he was buying beer. Marshall scanned the three six packs and set them in the man's cart as he was handed bills to cover the sum that showed on the screen.
As Marshall turned to put the cash in the register, he noticed a young man standing behind the older man, waiting to pay. He had seen this younger guy a few times before during his other shifts. He was cute and wearing tight fitted shirt and pants. He looked about twenty-four. His hair was gelled up in a messy look and he smiled when he saw Marshall look at him. Marshall smiled back, looking deep into his eyes.
"Uh, hello?" The older man said, startling Marshall. "Umm…sorry. Here's your change," he said and handed over a bill and some coins. The man left without a smile or good bye but Marshall was too excited to notice as he waited for his next costumer.

















