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i Was a Teenaged CuB 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey, you interested in getting something to eat?" Patrick asks, stalled at a red light.
"Um, sure," Michael replies. Then, realizing he has about a buck-fifty in his wallet, "Um, maybe not." His bod moved as he hand felt for his wallet in ass pocket. Opening it, he surely decides, "Nope! Not this week!"
"Okay," Patrick replies, but after the light changes green they travel another two blocks and pull into the parking lot of Garden Ristorante.
"Patrick, what are you doing? I tole you.. my wallet's like empty?"
Rubbing his hands together, Patrick says in an evil manner, "I thought maybe we could catch some dinner and then I could have `you' for dessert?" He snickers.
Michael whines, "Okay, I'm gonna try this again," he quickly withdraws his wallet and opening it up, like dissecting a fish, he shows Patrick, "Wallet... empty?"
Placing the return comment in gym terms, "So? If you're going to work out you need to stay in top physical shape. Eating cheese doodles isn't gonna do it, Michael."
"I don't eat cheese doodles and Aunt Mary happens to be a good cook." And then off on a tangent, "Except for the last couple of years, when everything kind of gotten to taste the same." Seeing his empty wallet wasn't showing anything of value, he stashed it back in his back pocket.
On the up, Patrick entices, "I can guarantee this place has food you can taste?"
Michael was still making up his mind as Patrick leapt out of his car and circled to the other side. He went for the door handle, Michael manually locking it.
Patrick beeped it open.
Michael locked it, it becoming a game, it at least making the two smile. Finally relinquishing, Patrick held the door for Michael to exit the vehicle.
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"What time do you get off?"
Jack replies, "Are you trying to pick me up Tony?" "Is it working?" Tony replies, flashing his britey-whities.
"I get off when the gym closes."
"Which is?"
Jack says, "It's five o'clock Tony. You've got four hours to hang around." In reality Jack hoped he wasn't sounding like he was trying to get rid of Tony. Of all the guys he thinks he spent the most time stalking, Tony came close to giving his cock more than jiggles. Good thing too, because when Tony lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face he got an eyeful of Tony's hairy chest and the stripe dividing his abs.
"Four hours, huh? Hmm..."
Thinking that was it, Jack sought out any reason to keep Tony there, off the top of his head, "Unless you want to help me do some stuff so it'll be a cinch to close up?"
"Yeah, that's cool," Tony immediately snapped back with. Really, it would've been a pain to go all the way back to the house he shared with Patrick, Rashid, William and Raul, then hightail it back to the gym. The other reason was he thought Jack too fox to leave just yet, so accepted whatever was on Jack's agenda. "What's first?"
"I have to vacuum the whole gym?" Jack says, seeing how it floated with Tony.
He didn't care for the detail. Hell, he hated the mention of it when his mother, back home, asked him to do it. However, there was a big difference between his mother and this handsome, dark-haired angel standing behind the counter. Too, `penny for his thoughts', Tony wondered how tight an ass Jack had!
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"Hey look! It's Mr. West from the gym!"
Mark West', Patrick connects sight with the sounding of his coach's name it right away making his loins tingling. Someday he would have to get around to telling Michael how he got a super low price on his gym fee. And it was like a double whammy seeing Gregg with him at the table, thinking of how many free protein shakes he's earned'.
After Patrick was greeted, Mark West asking, "So who's minding the store?"
"It was slow," Michael tells him, "and Jack said it was okay to leave, that he could do the closing up."
"I see," Mark says, looking over Michael's shoulder. And by name, he says, "And how are you Patrick?"
"Good. The fellas and me got a nice workout."
Gregg sat there, along for the ride, looking and listening, his eyes riding the top of the booth for any other action.
Mark then questions the obvious, "And you and Michael here?"
"Oh yeah," Patrick jumps in with, "we were hungry."
There was a lot missing from the story, but Terrence serving them up with the check would have to leave the details buried for now. Too, Gregg following Terrence back to the kitchen, Mark heading out towards the front door left their story up in the air.
"I wonder what that was about?" "What what was about?" Michael asks as they sit in another booth.
"Gregg following the black dude back to the kitchen?" Patrick replies.
"I think they want to be called African-Americans."
Patrick smiles, reiterating, "Gregg following the African-American back to the kitchen? Happy?"
Getting even, Michael replies, "No. I'll be happy when I've ordered everything on the menu and broken you're bank account!" He giggles.
"Go ahead. See if I care!" Patrick sticks his tongue out at Michael.
"I'm gonna," Michael continues to call his bluff, "you wait and see!" But when he opens the menu, his eyes go buggy looking at the first item, smack dab in the middle, "Twenty-five bucks for a steak?"
It was kind of busy at Garden Ristorante and fortunately for Patrick, a bit noisy with chatter, but still he warns, "Um, wanna keep your voice down, Michael?"
"I wasn't yelling. Besides, you know we can buy a steak for under eight bucks at the supermarket, take it home and fry it up ourselves?"
To Patrick, twenty-five bucks for a steak was a star in the milky way. Then, seeing Michael peruse the rest of the plasticized menu, he says, "I thought you were going to order everything on the menu?"
"Not at these prices," Michael says, shopping the prices and not what could be bought for $35, $15, $10, "Eight bucks for a piece of chocolate pie with whipped cream on top? Will you look at this?" He picks up the menu, beating to death the picture of the pies, "It's a tiny little sliver!"
Grabbing the menu out of Michael's hands, Patrick says, "We're having the steak."
"I'm not eating something that's twenty-five bucks!"
Their waiter arrives, him filling water glasses as he addresses Patrick, "Good to see you again Mr. Gilhooly."
Mr. Gilhooly?' Michael is thinking. This dude is like twice Patrick's age!'
"Hi Jason. How's it going?" Patrick replies, shaking his hand. "This is my friend, Michael Garrick."
Of course, Michael knew he was being checked out, but doing the same, he noticed the wedding band.
"It is good to meet you sir. Oh my, you don't have a menu?"
Like he was putting something over on Patrick, Michael smiles when Jason hands him a menu, to replace the one stolen out of his hands.
Too, rather than question Patrick first, Jason asks, "And what were you thinking of having this evening, Mr. Garrick?"
Doing an environmental check on the way into the eatery, Michael didn't think this your usual Subway Restaurant, the menu proving it more upscale than his wallet or lifestyle could afford. Rather than embarrass Patrick he took a deep breath, knowing he would be working at the gym for the next month to pay for this one meal, saying, "I'll have the steak."
"And vegetable?" Jason asks.
Michael asks, "Is it extra?"
Closing his little booklet, Jason says, "I'll take care of the rest."
"Um, like I didn't order!" Patrick sweetly reminds Jason.
Michael jumps the gun, "He'll have the same as me."
"My sentiments exactly!" Jason quips, stealing up the menus.
Giving Michael a snide look, Patrick says, "I think Jason likes you!"
Recalling Jason's hand, "But Jason was wearing a wedding band."
Smiling, Patrick replies, "Oh how you have a lot to learn about the `gay world', Michael!"
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Giggling to himself, Jack watched how Tony picked stuff up, moved some of the heavy machines, all to do a thorough job of vacuuming up the gym.
When Tony returns to the protein shake bar he's complaining, "Daymn! You have to do this every night?"
"No," Jack replies, "I just run the vacuum in all the open spaces, but thanks just the same for getting in all the nooks and crannies!"
Pointing the end of the hose at Jack, Tony threatens, "You're not getting away with this. Tonight your tongue is going to be covering more than the wide open spaces!"
Hoping for it, Jack replies, "And you always make good on your threats, huh Tony?"
Setting the hose down, Tony says, "I have a feeling I'm not going to have to force you to get in all the `nooks and crannies', Jack!"
"Nah. I'm gonna do you good, so you can do all the forcing!"
Playing on words, the two went at it until the last customer stepped up to the bar for a shake. And then they had to cool it on the anatomical conversation!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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