It had been a tough week. My mom had just had a stroke at the age of forty-one and my dad was forced to place her in a nursing home so she could be taken care of properly.
We lived on a ranch in Wyoming about eight miles outside of Casper and I had just visited my mom at the nursing home. As I drove into town, it was almost 9:00 o'clock in the evening and I was just looking for a place to think and maybe have a cup of coffee.
I was in my senior year at the high school and just turned 18. The town was all but deserted and I really wasn't up for coffee in a paper cup. I was hoping that the little coffee shop on the corner was still open. I had never been in there but it always looked inviting.
When I made the turn on Main Street the lights were still on and a neon sign hung in the window that said "open." Feeling somewhat obvious at this hour, I really didn't look around much as I opened the door and the little chimes jingled above me. The place was empty but a voice from the back said, "I'll be right with you."
It was a young guy's voice and as he came from behind the kitchen wall, I did a double take. He was very tall and thin and although he was almost skinny, he had a very handsome face and a brilliant smile.
"What can I get for you, would you like to see a menu?" he asked.
"Ahh, no I just need some coffee please." I said.
After he poured my coffee, he walked over to the door and locked it. "We close at 9:00," he said, "but take your time I'll be here a while just cleaning up."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I told him. "I won't be long."
"No, really take your time," he said. "I could use some company and I still have to mop up and stone the grill."
I just smiled. Being half Korean on my father's side, I was somewhat of an oddity in Casper. I had long ago realized that people would either like me or ignore me as if I wasn't there. It was nice to see a friendly face on such a handsome boy.
I could hear him working in the back and finally he appeared in the restaurant with a mop and pail lightly swabbing the floor with a mild bleach solution. It smelled clean and I could tell he had done it many times before.
His apron left just a slight gap in the back and I could see that his pants were slightly baggy but as he moved, I could see his form. As he reached into the corners, his T-shirt would ride up and I could see his blue boxers. Frankly, it was making me just a little horney.
He was surely not like me though. Not only was I half Korean, I was also probably the only gay guy in all of Casper. After all, this was Wyoming and it was a town full of cowboys and rodeos. I had resigned myself to masturbating while looking at videos on the internet and hoping to be out of here someday.
When he was done, he slowly walked back into the restaurant part of the cafe and poured himself a cup of coffee. Then he warmed mine and asked if I minded if he sat down.
He had taken off the apron and those baggy pants were not very revealing but the face was enough. He was even cuter close up when I finally got the courage to look at him straight on. He looked like the kind of guy that was always smiling and never got angry but still there was a masculine quality to him that told me he was most certainly straight.
"You must be new around here," he said.
"I live in Riverton," I told him, "But my mom is in a nursing home over on Chestnut Street."
"Oh, sorry, is she ill?" he asked.
"She had a stroke about two weeks ago," I told him.
The mention of my mom just rather set me off in a daze and I was feeling a little sad. She hadn't recognized me since the stroke and that was hard to take since we had always been pretty close before.
"I'm really sorry to hear that," he said. "I lost my dad two years ago so I know it can be tough dealing with illness in the family. He was sick for a long time."
"Sorry," I said.
Looking at this guy, I couldn't even imagine him crying as a baby much less at his father's funeral just two years ago. He just looked so composed and sure of himself.
For me it was tough. This thing with my mom was hard for me and although I hid my tears from my little brother, I had literally cried myself to sleep every night since her stroke. It actually bothered me because for a gay guy I considered myself pretty tough.
"I better go," I said.
"Well, alright," he said, "but come on by when you're in town. My name's Damon.
"Oh, I'm Jerry," I said. I reached to shake his hand as he unlocked the door and as he placed his hand in mine, I felt a sort of electricity between us. His hand was warm and I could somehow feel his whole being through just that handshake. I could feel my dick starting to rise in my pants as I turned and walked toward the parking lot.
I was going to have to whack that puppy off tonight for sure. I was used to that. As gay guys go, I was it, in this one-horse town. I was a virgin and probably wouldn't know what to do if I had a hot guy in bed with me.
As I turned the key to start the car, something wasn't right. There were no lights on the dash, no oil light or anything. The starter made a low grinding sound and then just a clicking sound. It was the sure sign of a dead battery. Shit! Just what I needed, 10:00 o'clock and five miles from home.
Just then, I heard the back door to the coffee shop close with a loud bang. Damon's car must have been the red Pontiac.
As he crossed the dark parking lot he called my name, "Hey Jerry, that you?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm afraid I have a dead battery." I told him.
"Hey, no problem," he said. "I'll give you a ride and you can take care of it in the morning."
"Oh no, I can walk," I said. "It's not that far."
"Don't be an idiot bro, Riverton's a long way," he said. "Come on."
He unlocked his car and again, I was feeling the electricity running through me. I put both hands in my pockets to control the boner that was taking over my pants. I was even a little wet from precum. He grabbed the crotch of his baggy pants to raise them as he sat in the car. As he did, there was a slight outline of where his dick must have been on the right. Not that I ever sucked a dick before but I could suck that all night.
Damon's hot little Pontiac roared to life and he turned in the seat to back up. He was wearing a dark choker against his neck that I hadn't noticed before. I knew I was being way too obvious watching him like that so I turned and looked straight ahead.
"Want a doughnut and another coffee?" he asked. "I usually stop on the way home."
"Sure," I said, "my treat."
Damon drove two blocks and pulled into the French's Doughnut shop drive-through. I handed him a five-dollar bill and told him I'd have whatever he was getting. I really was glad that things turned out this way but I hated to make him go out of his way to get me home. Besides, although he was eye candy, I would bet my life on him being straight. There was one thing for certain though, that was when I got home I was going to blow a load fantasizing about him.
He pulled the car into a parking space and handed me a coffee from the bag. Then he pulled out a maple bar for each of us. "They're my favorite," he said.
"So where do you go to school?" Damon asked.
"Riverton High," I said.
"Cool," he said. "I graduated from Casper last year."
Every time he spoke, he smiled and it almost made him invincible in some strange way. Like nothing was ever bad in his life. Still he spoke of losing his dad and that must have been bad for him. We sat long after we had finished our coffee and doughnut and talked. He asked about my family and I told him about my dad being Korean and my mom being American. He told me about his three younger brothers and how his dad died of pancreatic cancer.
"So, when will your mom get to come home," he asked.
That question hit me hard because I hadn't thought about it before. I felt my head drop almost automatically. "She won't," I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know," he said.
"Naw, It's OK" I said. Still I felt my eyes welling up and I turned and looked out the passenger window. What was I going to do now? I could feel a tear already rolling down my cheek and my nose was running. I had to sniff. God, how embarrassing.
"She ahh... she doesn't know who I am anymore. I just visit her because she needs..." my voice trailed off and it was no use now. Damon was aware now that I was a pure pussy and couldn't hold my tears. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm so embarrassed.
"Hey little bro, don't feel that way," he said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"You must think I'm a total pussy," I said.
"No man, she's you mom," he said. "You have every right to cry if you need to."
I felt his hand on the back of my neck. It was the same warmth I had felt before. He massaged my neck and pulled me toward him. Somehow, I had needed this but I didn't expect it would come from a total stranger and someone I was so attracted to physically.
"God I'm such a pussy," I said.
"Why? Because you are sad for your mom?" he said. "Every time I visited my dad I went home and cried for an hour. I was seventeen then."
I looked at him. "You?!" I said.
He pulled me as close as he could with the console between us. Now I could feel his entire arm around my shoulder and I could smell his peppermint gum. It seemed odd but I was hard as a rock and I didn't even care if he knew it. I could feel my dick pressing against my Dockers and I knew he probably could see my massive bulge.
I had the urge to reciprocate his loving arms but I had to remember he was comforting me because I was upset. Maybe that was all it was.
He took his hand and lifted my chin so that I was looking at him with my tears-streaked face. He looked at me for a long time. I was fascinated because it was literally the first time I had seen him serious all night. It made him even more handsome. Finally, he leaned in and kissed my lips and of course like a fool, I pulled back at first and he stopped.
"Sorry," he said quickly.
"No! Oh God no. Don't be sorry!" I said.
"I just... You're just so beautiful," he said.
"I'm beautiful?" I said. "You are the one that is beautiful."
I knew immediately how lame that sounded. "I mean you're gay?" I said.
"Is that what they call it?" He smiled.
The always-present smile returned to his face and he reached down, picked up my hand, and placed it on his bulging pants. I hadn't even noticed that he was also as hard as a rock. His rock was a lot bigger than my rock but that was cool. Just then the parking lot light went off. It was providence.
I unzipped his baggies and let my hand fall into his pants. I found a massive dick, wet and waiting. Because he was so tall, there was plenty of room for me to go down on him without the steering wheel getting in the way. It was my first time but I didn't need any instructions. It was clear what to do and I took all eight inches of his cock in my mouth until I pleasantly gagged. He didn't push my head; he just leaned back and allowed me to suck him.
He told me he was going to come but I didn't stop. I just let him squirt in my mouth. It was him and it was what I wanted. I licked him clean. I was still so hard that it ached but I had already come in my shorts. I came when he kissed me. Still he unzipped my pants and drew out my dick as if he savored every moment of it. He licked my shorts and then went down on me slurping all the come from around my cock. He continued to suck me until I had a second orgasm.
I just leaned against the seat breathless, looking at his still semi-hard cock. Finally, he arranged it back in his shorts and pants and zipped up.
"I better take you home, but only if you promise to come back tomorrow night," he said.
"I have to bro, my car's still there," I said.
Damon smiled. "Yeah," he said.
This story is an original by the author Damon Noble 06-03-08