The Beef Barn

[infamousgreek]

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!

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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.

 

[rocabar]

Nice beginning... hope that there's more!

 

[momoman]

I too, have an Armpit Fetish. I workout too, Marshall is basically me! I LOVE THIS STORY! I want more! *bookmarks webpage*

 

[Autolycus]

A good start! Please continue.

 

[EJMichaels]

It's great to see another story from you. I enjoy both your style of writing and the content. I hope we don't have to wait too long for more.

 

[infamousgreek]

Thanks for all the love boys! I'll try to post another chapter soon! xoxo

 

[infamousgreek]

Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted anything. Works been crazy and my schedule is completely a mess. But I promise I'll post another chapter within the next couple of days!

 

[mgoettsch 1955]

Welocome back for Round 2 Infamous!

 

[infamousgreek]

Thanks mgoettsch_1955! I'm glad to be back!

Here's part two for you guys! Tell me what you think!

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Part Two​

"Where are you going? On a date?" Lea asked.

"No, I'm going out to a club with Matthew," Marshall replied as he sprayed cologne on himself.

"Why don't you ever go on dates?"

Marshall laughed at this and said, "Maybe I do, but I don't tell you."

Lea made a thoughtful face and said, "I'm on to you!" before leaving his room.

Marshall tossed his bottle of cologne into his underwear drawer and closed it. Looking at his watch, it was 8:29pm. He went into the bathroom, used his mirror to make sure he looked good, then he left his room. Going through the kitchen, his mom stopped him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Out with Matthew to a club."

She sighed and said, "OK. Be careful and don't get drunk. Love you."

"Love you too!" he hollered as he left. He locked the door to his house and shoved his keys quickly into his pocket. He quickly paced to Matthew's car, which was waiting by the sidewalk.

"Hurry the fuck up dude!" Matthew yelled.

"I'm coming!" Marshall said as he walked quicker.

"I bet you tell that to a lot of guys, don't ya?" Matthew said and laughed.

"You're so stupid." Marshall said, holding back his laughter, as he got into the car.

"So how many?" Matthew asked as he pulled the car away from the sidewalk and down the street.

"What?" Marshall asked.

"How many guys have you been with?"

"What the fuck! You're, like, really, really comfortable with this?" Marshall said.

Matthew smiled and said, "I told you I was. And I'm just curious. You better not be a whore or anything though!"

They both chuckled and Marshall replied, "I would be, if I could be."

They pulled into the parking lot of the club. "What's this place called again?" Marshall asked.

"Sonic Fire. I heard about it from someone," Matthew replied.

"Who?" Marshall asked, as they got out of the car and walked to the back door.

"Don't worry about it. Trust me. Don't forget, if anyone asks, we waited in line at the front door like everyone else."

"Geez, I'm not five. I know what to say."

They carefully walked in. Going down a dead hallway and a door, they finally arrived to the club part. The place was huge, with a very large dance floor full of guys.

"What the hell?! You didn't tell me this is a gay club!" Marshall said loudly, trying to make sure his voice could be heard.

"It's a surprise! I figured you'd like it, plus I've always wondered what these clubs are like. Pretty weird if you ask me," Matthew replied, as a man in nothing but a tight pair of golden boxer-briefs walked by and winked at him. "I just thought about something... there's probably no chicks for me to dance with."

"Yeah, except maybe fag hags, although they like to dance with gay guys," Marshall told him.

"Ok then. I'm gay tonight," Matthew replied with a smile.

They decided to sit at a table by the bar. Marshall watched the DJ as he remixed the song that was playing, making it sound better. "Hey, can I tell you something?" he said, as Matthew took a sip of his beer.

"Of course."

"There's this guy who comes into The Beef Barn a lot. He's really cute," Marshall said, a little shy.

"Ooooooooooooooooo, little Marshy has a crush!" Matthew said so loudly, two guys from the bar turned and looked.

"Dude, shut the fuck up!" Marshall told him, half in whisper. "You're practically yelling!"

Matthew laughed and said, "So do you know his name?"

"Nope," Marshall replied.

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Not really. Other than that he obviously likes to come into The Beef Barn a lot."

Matthew shook his head and said, "No. He likes to see you a lot."

"You don't know that."

"Does he always pick your line to check out in?"

"Well...yeah, but still…" Marshall said with hesitation.

"He likes you. Now you gotta make a move."

"I don't know. It's just he's really cute...and I'm just....blah."

Matthew scoffed and said, "Are you kidding me?! You're cute!"

Marshall smiled a little and said, "You're seriously so weird! Are you sure you're straight?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. How about you go say Hi to that guy over there?"

Marshall looked to where Matthew was pointing and said, "He's really hot. But I'm too nervous."

"Just do it!"

"No, I'm not in the mood tonight," Matthew rolled his eyes again and left the table. "Where are you going?" Marshall asked, but he ignored him.

Marshall could see Matthew talking to the hot guy. They shook hands and a minute later they were laughing together. Marshall was getting nervous. Matthew pointed to Marshall and the guy looked. Marshall quickly turned and took a sip of his drink. A couple minutes later Matthew arrived with a paper in his hand.

"Dude! I got his number for you!"

"What did you tell him?" Marshall asked, still nervous.

"Just that you liked him but were too nervous to go say Hi. He likes you too. You're supposed to call to make a date."

"This is so embarrassing," Marshall mumbled.

"Man, just relax a little. He didn't even care," Matthew replied.

Marshall sighed and thought for a second. "Listen...thanks man. You're the best."

Matthew smiled and replied, "No problem."

 

[Autolycus]

This is developing very nicely!

 

[infamousgreek]

Part Three​

Matthew groaned, feeling his back ache as he woke up. He opened his eyes and discovered that he was in Marshall's room, laying on his bed. He could here water running. "Marsh?" He called.*

"What?" A voice came from the bathroom.

"What are you doing? What time did we come home?"

"I'm taking a shower. I have no idea what time we got home. It's already past one-pm though."

Matthew groaned again. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying not to mess up his contacts, then he realized that he was only wearing his briefs. "Uh, Marshall, where the hell are my clothes?"

"You threw up on them last night, so I had to put them to wash. You also threw up all over my new jacket, so thanks for that."

"Oh...sorry. So what's going on today?"

"Well I thought we could just hang here, yeah?" Marshall asked, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard over the shower water.

"That sounds good."

Marshall turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Walking into his room, he opened his dresser's drawers and looked for clothes.*

"I'm gonna take a shower, kay?" Matthew asked.*

"Yeah, go ahead. Oh, and the right knob is messed up, so you're going to have to wiggle it a lot."

"Right." Matthew replied, walking into the bathroom.

After picking out clothes, Marshall dressed and went out into the kitchen. Lea was sitting on one of the stools, eating cereal. "Good-morning." Lea said, smiling.

"Why are you in such a good mood? You're always cranky in the morning." Marshall asked, pulling the milk out of the fridge.

"Because after I woke up I went to your room to give you your cord back..."

"Yeah, and?"

"I saw Matt in only his underwear." Lea replied, with a big grin.

"Oh God, you STILL have a crush on him?"*

"Well a little, yeah. He's hot."*

"Seriously, way too much info lil' sister. I don't need to know about your crushes, especially if it's on my best friend." Marshall replied, pouring the cereal and milk into the two bowls.

Lea rolled her eyes and replied, "Whatever, I'm going to be in my room. I bet Katy will enjoy this story."

"Why, does Katy like Matthew too?"

"Of course. You don't understand because you're a boy, but Matt's a total hottie." Lea said, eating another spoonful of cereal.

Marshall laughed a little and said, "Okay, whatever you say." He carried the two bowls of cereal out of the kitchen and back into his room. Matthew was sitting on the bed and wearing some of Marshall's clothes.*

"Did you know that Lea still has a crush on you?" Marshall said.

"Yeah, she stares at me every chance she gets."



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"Hi, my names Chase." The man replied, shaking Marshall's hand.

"Marshall. Nice to meet you." Marshall replied, sitting down at the table.

"So I'm assuming you're shy, no?" Chase replied, grinning a bit.*

"Yeah, a little." Marshall said, and they both laughed. "Sorry about my friend arranging everything. He didn't even give me a chance to call you."

"It's all good." Chase replied. "You shouldn't be shy though. You're really, really cute."

Marshall blushed. "Um, thanks. You're really hot."

"Thanks."


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Chase pushed Marshall onto the bed, jumping on him. They kissed passionately, both in the moment. Chase pulled Marshall's shirt off. "Are you a top or a bottom?" Chase asked in between kisses.

"Bottom." Marshall replied.

"Good, 'cause I'm a top." Chase said, unbuckling Marshall's belt and pulling it off. He pulled down Marshall's pants quickly, then his own. "I can't wait, let's just do this." Chase said and turned Marshall over. He pulled Marshall's underwear down just enough so that his butt was exposed. Chase then pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers and spit on it. "Sorry no lube, just spit."*

"Oh, ok, I guess that's fine." Marshall replied with uncertainty.

Chase spread open Marshall's butt cheeks, looking for his tight hole. He quickly shoved his cock balls deep into his hole. Marshall yelled in pain. Chase, laying on Marshall, did short, yet hard, thrusts. "Oh fuck, your pussy is nice and tight!"*

Marshall moaned and groaned in both ecstasy and in pain as Chase's cock went through him. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" Marshall moaned.*

Chase turned Marshall's head around a bit so that he could kiss him. A few seconds later Chase pulled away from this kiss to let out a loud moan. "Shit, I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Uhhhh...uhhhhh!" Chase yelled, as his cock shot deep inside of Marshall.*

"Oh god, I'm cumming too!" Marshall yelled as his dick sprayed cum from underneath him.*

Chase made a few more thrusts, making sure to milk whatever cum was left. Then he let himself lay on Marshall's sweaty back, his cock still in him.

"Oh man, that was amazing." Marshall said, breathing heavily. He could feel the warmth between them.*

"Yeah, your ass is so fucking nice." Chase replied, squeezing it. He pushed himself off of Marshall, pulling his cock out at the same time. Once he was standing, he slapped Marshall's ass and walked out of the room.*

"Where are you going?" Marshall asked, confused.*

"To take a shower. Wanna join?" Chase yelled from the other hallway.

Marshall moved to get up but a surge of pain went through him starting from his ass. "No, I think I just need to rest on your bed for a while. That pounding was hard."*

Marshall waited for a response but none was given. He arched his back a bit and used his finger to poke his asshole. It stung a bit. "Ow." he mumbled, before deciding to leave it alone. Within ten minutes he fell asleep.

"Get up!" Chase said loudly, as he shook Marshall.*

Marshall woke up with a bit of fright, then he realized where he was. "How long was I asleep?"

"Almost two hours. I was downstairs on the phone while you slept. Dude, you gotta get the fuck out of my house."*

"Oh. Um, ok." Marshall replied nervously, sitting up. His ass was still very sore. "Wanna make another date?"

"We'll see. But you gotta hurry up and get out before the wife gets here." Chase said.

"What?! You're married?!" Marshall replied, as he slid on his pants.

"Yeah. I'm bi but the wife doesn't like me to have sex with guys, so I do it when she's not around. She's supposed to be home in ten minutes, so you gotta get out."

Marshall nodded and pulled his shirt on. He got up and started walking towards the door, but Chase stopped him. He kissed him hard and smacked his butt. "Alright, now you can leave." Chase said, and he started to pull off the bed sheets.

Marshall left the house uncertain of what to think about everything that had happened.