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By Chris Carr
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“Ok, here’s another one. What can
you catch but can’t throw away?”
“I dunno, a pest?” Erik smirked,
closing the cash register.
Ignoring him, Kris replied, “A
cold.” His crew laughing, Kris smiled.
Stepping away from the adult section
counter, Erik walked to the bookstore counter to face the boys. The security
alarm on the electronic surveillance apparatus sounding, he glanced at it. One
of the boys had just passed between the twin walls of the apparatus, sitting in
the aisle between the adult section and the bookstore. Erik called him back, as
the rest of the boys cackled.
“What’s in your hand?” Erik asked.
“I was trying to get these chips,”
the teen defended.
“Yeah, but don’t take ‘em past the
scanner. Come over here.”
For the most part, the boys were
harmless. Rambunctious at times, but within acceptable limits. They reminded him
of himself at that age.
One by one they made their purchases,
candy and sweet snacks passing over the counter in exchange for pocket change.
“Wanna buy some Dodgers tickets?”
Erik shook his head no.
“Why?” Another boy asked.
“I don’t like the Dodgers,” Erik
replied, handing one of the boys his change.
“You don’t like the Dodgers?” The
first boy aped.
“Who you like?” A third boy chimed.
“The Astros!” All the boys gasped.
“Man, The Astros suck,” Kris, the
self-appointed group leader quipped.
A new customer stood patiently at the
adult section counter, watching as Erik bantered with the lively group.
“Com’on guys,” He admonished,
“wrap it up.” One of the gang glanced over at the adult section counter,
visible only if you stood directly in front of the bookstore counter, and
observed the middle-aged customer waiting.
“Got all that gay shit, huh?” He
taunted, looking back at Erik.
“Gay, straight, whatever,” Erik
commented, ringing up his purchase.
“Ugggggh! That’s faggot, man! You
like that shit?”
“Gay, straight, what’s the big deal,
it’s all the same?”
“Naaaaaw, ain’t all the same. Ewwwww,
how you like that?”
The teens giggled, warily observing Erik
as he rung up the final purchases. Erik considered defending himself but, once
again recalling what he was like at that age, thought better of it. As the boys
piled out the front door, he walked around the L shaped counter to the adult
section, greeting the patient customer.
“That happen every day?” The
“Every day at 3:30, like clockwork.”
Shaking his head, the customer countered, “Think it would drive me crazy.”
“They’re cool,” Erik dismissed,
taking the man’s rental card. “Kris’ jokes get corny, but it’s ok.”
Ringing the customer’s rental
purchases, he walked the man’s films around to the front counter, as the man
walked around to join him.
“Kind of weird, though,” he commented, grabbing his bag of porn films.
Days passed, the boys returning each day
as before without further incidence. No one mentioned the gay (or straight)
films anymore and all was as it should be, that is, until he noticed a strange
youth lingering behind the magazine shelves. A baseball cap pulled low over his
eyes, he was thumbing through an edition of Vibe. It shouldn’t have mattered,
but something about the way he was acting made Erik suspicious.
Browsing magazines for some time he
occasionally glanced up then quickly darted his eyes away when he observed him.
Erik kept a watch on him, insuring he didn’t pocket a magazine until he
eventually left, darting his eyes anxiously up as he passed the counter.
The next day, baseball cap showed up as
before, lingering amidst the magazine shelves long after the daily gang of boys
had left, that suspicious look on his face again. For days this continued until,
almost a week later, the curious youth finally made a purchase, cautiously
approaching the counter with a bag of chips.
His head down, he looked up only when
Erik turned to ring up the chips. When Erik returned with his change, he swept
it off the counter and quickly exited.
The routine continued, baseball cap
remaining warily distant for so long Erik eventually paid him no attention
surmising that he was harmless. Finally, during his purchase one day, his head
still down, he murmured, “Watched the game last night?”
“Game? What game?”
“Oh… no, don’t watch games that
much,” Erik said, gazing at the bill of baseball caps’ cap.
“Yeah,” the boy muttered, slowly
raising his head. From what Erik had seen of him from a distance he’d
concluded he was average, just peculiarly quiet. But as he raised his head and
his face came into view, Erik noted that he was quite attractive, his fair, caramel-brown
complexion carrying the most attractive trace of reddish tint. His subtle,
hazel-brown eyes holding him, Erik felt a stir.
“Thought you said you like
“I just said that because I didn’t
feel like buying baseball tickets,” Erik explained.
“Why? You a Houston fan?” The boy
“Football,” Erik said. The boy
observed him, a little confused.
“I like football. Mostly college, but
I like pro too. Think Chicago’s got a good team this year.”
The boy casting Erik a guarded look, he
added, “They’ve got a good rushing game, man.” Sweeping his change from
the counter he looked at Erik quizzically as he pocketed it. “Watch,” Erik
“Thought you were going to the
movies,” Erik inquired.
“Ain’t got the money,” Ty said,
picking up a magazine. Ty almost a permanent fixture at the store now, a couple
of days earlier he’d mentioned a movie he was avidly anticipating, yet, here
he was on a Saturday. Bringing the magazine over to the counter, he leaned
against it, thumbing through the pages.
“So what’s been up with you lately?
Why no money?”
“Just something I wanna get.”
Turning to face him, he inquired, “Think they’ll ever make BluRay porn?”
“The bigger companies already have but
it’ll probably take a little longer for all of it. The porn industry is always
“That’s what I thought too,” Ty
said, returning the magazine to the shelf. His pants sagging off his swiveling
hips, Erik caught the briefest glimpse of his pert round cheeks.
“So what you got planned for today,
besides hanging out here?” Ty hunched his shoulders, picking up another
magazine. Watching him a couple of minutes, Erik inquired, “Wanna make some
money?” That got his attention. Walking over to the counter, he nodded his
head fervently up and down.
“My folks own a couple of
apartments,” Erik started. “I manage one of them. That’s why I only work
part time here. Don’t really need the money, but it gives me something to do.
Anyway, we got a vacant apartment I gotta get in shape for renting. You know,
painting, cleaning, the works. Ain’t much but you’ll get a little piece of
change every day you work. Whadaya think?”
“Hell yeah,” Ty enthused, slapping
“Cool. We can start tomorrow, you
“Just tell me what time.”
“Meet me here at 10:00.”
Ty slowly disclosed more about himself,
Erik finding each revelation endearing. Baseball and how he’d started little
league when he was 7. His mother and their obviously close relationship. And his
odd fascination with porn and how he’d film it differently.
“That stupid music,” He noted, one
day, as they dragged paint brushes across cigarette-stained walls. “Why they
always have to play that stupid music?”
“Think it’s a directing
technique,” Erik said, dipping his
roller in paint. “If they play the music, you don’t hear the director
telling them what to do.”
“Tellin’ them what to do? Why he
gotta tell ‘em what to do?”
“Probably because most of the people
doing porn aren’t actors.” Pausing, his paintbrush held midair, Ty
“Think I’d rather they just let them
do whatever they gon’ do, though. That music drives me nuts.”
“You’ve seen more than a couple
films, haven’t you?” Dabbling at a spot on the wall, Ty glanced at him, the
red bandana tied about his head like a crimson halo. Nodding slowly, he looked
“Guess I’m kinda like you, huh?”
“Nobody’s like me when it comes to
porn,” Erik chuckled.
“I don’t mean that,” Ty said,
looking subtly up. “Why you think I was hangin’ ‘round that day after Kris
went off ‘bout those…. films?”
Erik hunched his shoulders. “I been tryin’ to figure you out, man. You sure
you into gay films?”
“’Cause… you ain’t like them
other guys at the store.”
“Just because you’re gay don’t
mean you have to be queeny.”
Ty laughed at the new word, turning to
face Erik. “Wish it was that simple.”
“Why can’t it be?”
“’Cause… just forget it man,” Ty
huffed, turning away again. Erik said nothing, Ty glancing at him as he idly
dabbed at the spot on the wall again.
“Whatever you into is nobody’s
business,” He said.
“Even if it’s sick?”
“Liking a guy isn’t sick.”
“What about a boy?” Pausing, Erik
fought his first reaction. Hoping his face wasn’t betraying him, he replied,
“A boy?” Letting out a frustrated exhalation, Ty dropped his head. “Why I
got to be like this?” he muttered.
Walking over to a pair of crates, Erik
sat, directing Ty to sit opposite him. After
a moment’s hesitation, Ty complied, plopping down.
“You know, at your age, liking a boy isn't a problem," Erik said.
Laying his hand on his shoulder, Erik
stated, "Trust me, it's all good. Unless
you’re talking about a very little boy, ain’t nothing wrong with what
Huffing, Ty shook his head. “He
ain’t little…not into that,” He asserted
“Then there’s no problem.”
Ty stared at his feet, paint spattered
in pinpricks about his tennis.
“You think he will?” Erik hunched
“We hang out, but he don’t act like
“’K, small observation here…
you’re wanting to do a little sumpin’ sumpin with your dawg and you
don’t ‘act like a fag’. Hello?!”
“Yeah,” Ty acquiesced,
“Yeah,” Erik echoed, ruffling the
“Man, don’t touch me, you stink,”
Ty joked, a smile spreading across his face.
“So… when you goin’ to ask him?”
“Ask him? I can’t ask
“’Cause…” Standing, Ty walked
over to the window. “You ever done this before?”
“Talked to a guy? Yeah.”
“So….” Turning to face him, “how
‘bout you do it?”
“Yeah, whasa-matter? You chicken?”
“I ain’t the one wantin’ to get
with li’l man.”
Crossing the room, Ty sat across from
him. Looking earnestly into his eyes, he made a petition for Erik to intercede
on his behalf.
“You know what to say,” He argued.
“But to a guy… not a kid.”
“I told you, he ain’t no little
“What am I’m going to say, wanna
hook up with this guy I know? Oh, that’ll get me on the 6:00 o’clock news.
Just see it now…”
“You know him.”
His heart pounding in his ears, he was
certain he’d faint at any moment. Must be outta my mind, he accounted, wiping
his brow. Peering out the hole, he felt sweat trickling down his armpits. Voices
echoing from the front room, he held his breath, waiting.
“….something to drink?” Ty was
saying, entering the room.
“Yeah,” the other boy replied,
tentatively settling on the edge of the old mattress.
Panicked, Erik pulled back, praying they wouldn’t notice him. You have lost your God damn mind, he asserted, his heart thundering in his chest....
Falling onto the mattress, they lay next
to each other, rock hard dicks sword fighting between them as they kissed.
Spellbound, Erik watched as they writhed against each other, their kiss still
extending. Soft wet sounds slipped between them as sporadic moans or groans
could be heard.
Holding each other in a death grip, they
tussled, their pants-bound legs restricting them. One would try reaching his leg
around the other, only to have his pants snag, and then the other would attempt,
miserably failing. Undeterred, they held each other, small whimpers escaping
them as they kissed.
Their desires ignited, the boys flailed
against each other, their dicks mashing together. From his vantage point, Erik
strained to observe their dicks but could see nothing but two bodies thrust
together. Remembering the mirrors on the wall above them, he glanced up at them,
the sight of the two bodies laid out below painfully erotic. From that angle, he
could see the way their twin forms were mightily pressing against each other.
With great force they would writhe, their backs arching as they ground their
dicks against each other. Finding a rhythm, they humped, their lips still locked
as eager hands roved over shirt clad backs. Their partially clad bodies
frustrating, Erik was still enjoying the show.
The boys both let out strangled moans, their bodies shuddering as each of them writhed powerfully against each other. Dual bottoms convulsing, their twin ass cheeks dimpled, and then they both froze, every muscle in their body straining...
Heartbroken, Erik realized he was
suffering a mild depression. In addition to his loss, he now had desires he’d
never experienced before. Striving for some semblance of normalcy, he poured
himself into his work, taking on extra hours.
In the evenings, when possible, he’d
taken up swimming at a local park. Leaving the bookstore just after dark, he’d
jog over to the park, the cold water a welcomed relief. Swimming often, he’d
increased his stamina, eventually working up to laps about the large indoor
Sometimes, there were others to
accompany him, various organizations using the pool on different nights. Others,
it seemed almost deserted. Undeterred, he swam, head down, body working
diligently to relieve his stress. It was on the nights he could go home most
exhausted, he was happiest, his fatigued state allowing little time to ruminate
before drifting off to sleep.
Paddling about the pool, he was one with
the water, hands flailing, his thoughts free to roam atop the liquid journal.
“There that man again momma,” children would note, watching as he coast by.
Making his laps, he paused, one evening,
holding onto the ledge, his pulse racing. Wiping water from his face, he panted,
the pool eerily quiet. Looking around he was actually grateful for the solitude,
his thoughts still numerous. Finding his towel, he toweled off quickly, heading
for the locker room. At his locker, he dried himself more thoroughly, wiping
water from his smooth, caramel tinted exterior. Plopping a wet foot on the
bench, something caught his eye. Protruding from his locker was a small sliver
of paper. Raising up, he pulled at it, removing the handwritten note. Looking
around, he searched for signs of its creator. His aisle empty, he unfurled the
He wants to talk you,
it read. Meet me tomorrow, after school, at the
Uncomfortable, Erik glanced down at the
boy, their bodies still together. Ty was staring out the window, but in his
brief glimpse, Erik could see the bulge in his pants.
“Today….” Ty interrupted. “Today is my birthday.” Moving away, he stepped into the small dining room area, shoving his hands in his pockets. “’Spose to be this great thing but now, everything’s changed. Probably better though.” Turning to face Erik, he looked straight into his eyes. His hands in his pocket pulling the fabric taut, there was no missing the disturbance in his jeans....