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It was less than a week until my birthday, and I had made a new friend. Not only was he a friend, but he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I was early to work the next morning, and I was all smiles. I had never had such a great feeling so early in the morning. I greeted everyone on the line and was ready for a wonderful day. I couldn't imagine how it could be better. Apparently I hadn't thought hard enough.
"Hey everyone," I heard the supervisor say. I turned to look at the door to his office. I was greeted by the most beautiful sight. Mitch stood next to Mr. Warner smiling at me. I am sure I blushed from head to toe. "This is Mitch Perkins. He is the newest member of our team, and I hope you all take to him." He patted Mitch on the shoulder. Mr. Warner said something to him and Mitch looked at me and answered. Mr. Warner looked up at me and smile. He nodded and turned back to his office. Mitch walked directly to me and smiled.
"Mr. Warner said I could get you to show me the ropes." Mitch looked amazing in his white jumpsuit. He even made the hairnet look good. I explained to him how to judge the candy and how to pull it off. I showed him where he could work and left him to it. I couldn't help but look over at him once in a while. I put him at the only available open spot. Unfortunately it was a nearly twenty feet from me. He caught me looking and smiled.
Lunch came around and we went together. We both had brought our lunch, so we found a table to ourselves. I had a hard time eating. I kept looking up at him, watching him delicately nibble at his sandwich. I bought us a couple of sodas and we sat and got to know each other. Actually, he got to know me. I noticed he didn't really like to talk about himself, and didn't tell me much of his past. I found out we had a little in common. We both love to read, and we both enjoy theatre. I told him I was a member of the Penobscot Theatre company. He looked interested, but didn't say anything.
The day went by quickly. I enjoyed that day more than any other day of work in my life. When I got off work, I joined Mitch on his walk home. I saw where he lived. He had a small apartment, not far from where I lived. I told him how to get to my house, in case he wanted to visit. I started to walk away when I had an interesting thought.
"Hey, Mitch. I am going out Saturday for my birthday. Would you like to join me?"
"Um, sure. Where are you going?"
"There is a bar not far from here. I am turning 21 and I am going to do it up right," I answered with a little laugh.
"That sounds good. Who else is coming?" I froze at his question. I was suddenly embarrassed that I hadn't invited anyone else.
"Um, no one else, actually. I was going alone until I asked you." He had a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. He smiled, but he looked sad at the same time. I hoped it wasn't pity.
"I'll be there," he answered, "and I will see you tomorrow." I practically skipped all the way home.
The week flew by. Every day went like the first, and I was happier than I had been in my life. We walked to work and ate lunch together each day. We took turns buying the sodas. He came over to my house a few times. He was impressed by my shelves of books. We spent hours looking through the old volumes.
When Saturday came I was very excited. I showered and shaved, and used my new cologne. I picked out my best casual outfit, and found my best shoes. I stood looking into the mirror in my bathroom. I looked really good, and very happy. I wondered why I was going to so much trouble. One would think I was going on a date. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as soon as that thought crossed my mind. It wasn't a date. We were just going to a bar.
Mitch met me in front of the Silver Star. He looked wonderful. His hair was perfect and his clothes were very sexy. I chastised myself for thinking such thoughts. He was my best friend. He opened the door for me and I entered the bar. I had never been in there before but I had heard it was a great place. There were several couples sitting around at tables and a few at the bar. The music wasn't too loud and it was music I liked. A kind of smooth jazz, that didn't sound too much like the score from a porno movie.
Mitch found us two seats at the bar and ordered a couple of beers. I reached for my wallet, but he stopped me.
"Nope, it is your birthday, I am buying tonight." He just looked at me with a friendly but strong look. I tried to put up a fight, but he was adamant. I just smiled and looked down at the bar. I picked up my beer and took a sip. I had taken a few sips of beer from my dad and uncles, and always like it. This one tasted the best, because it was mine. We sat drinking and talking for hours. Mitch started to seem a bit sad. He started ordering shots of vodka, and I was feeling really weird. Mitch started talking about how life wasn't fair, and I began to worry about him. He put his head on the bar and I think he began to cry.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," I said, and pulled at his arm. He looked up at me with watery eyes and smiled sheepishly. He stood on wobbly legs and we made it out of the bar on our feet. It wasn't far to his apartment, and I was a little more sober than him. We made it in about fifteen minutes. We had to stop a few times, but we made it.
I got his keys out of his jacket pocket and got us through the door. He immediately headed for the bathroom. I looked around a little, waiting for him to come out. I really didn't want to leave him like this. I found some photos on his desk that I had not seen before. I could tell the child in the photo was him, and I assumed that the woman was his mother. They looked very happy together, and I was a bit jealous. My mother had worked all the time and we rarely did anything when I was growing up. I was raised by my grandmother, and she died when I was in high school.
"Thanks," Mitch said behind me as he entered the room. "I don't know if I would have made it home without you." He had stripped off his shirt, and I couldn't take my eyes off of his smooth chest. He walked up to me and pulled me into a close hug. I was surprised but I recovered quickly so that I could enjoy the contact. He smelled delicious, even though he had probably just thrown up. He held me for a long moment, and then went limp. I pulled him over to the bed and laid him down. I checked him to see if he was breathing. He had passed out in my arms. I knelt down next to him and marveled as his pale skin glowed in the moonlight.
I didn't know I had moved until I felt my hand on his chest. I delicately caressed his skin with my fingertips. I found one of his nipples and rubbed a finger over it. It hardened immediately beneath my touch. My breathing quickened and my cock strained against my jeans. I stood up quickly, and turned towards the door. Mitch moaned and rolled over. I stopped and looked back to see him struggling to get up. I helped him from the bed and to the bathroom.
He emerged from the bathroom, looking very pale and sick. I watched helplessly as he shrugged off his jeans and threw them on the floor. His blue boxer-briefs formed to his muscular ass. I tried to look away, but kept staring. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I couldn't help but see the bulge in his underwear. He lay down on his back, and I sighed as his beautiful body spread out before me.
"Thank you, man. I am sorry. I am so sorry. I ruined your birthday celebration."
"Don't be silly. I was going to go alone. You made it so much better." As I finished speaking, I realized he probably didn't hear me. He breathing was slow, and he snored quietly. I began to walk over to the bed, but stopped myself. I picked up the phone and dialed my home number. I knew mom would still be up. She was a night owl and would be watching TV. I told her I would be home in the morning. She didn't question me. I found a chair across from his bed and settled in. I don't remember when I fell asleep.
I woke to the sight of Mitch standing over me. He was still wearing only underwear, and he looked like hell. I was surprised that no matter how bad he looked, I still thought he was beautiful. He was just standing there trying to smile, and having a hard time about it. I opened my mouth to say `good morning', but he put his hand to my mouth to stop me. His hand was soft against my lips and I savored the sensation. He pointed to his head, and then put his finger to his own lips.
He walked into the kitchen and quietly started a pot of coffee. I pulled myself to my feet, and started to stretch. I was horribly sore, but my head didn't feel that bad. I had a catch in my neck, from sleeping in the chair. I walked into the kitchen and enjoyed the aroma from the percolating coffee. Mitch poured us both a glass of orange juice and offered me some aspirin. I declined the pills but took the juice. My mouth was dry from sleeping with it open. We sat and enjoyed our juice and coffee. Neither of us could handle any breakfast.
"I am sorry," Mitch suddenly said, and then flinched at the sound. I smirked at the face he made.
"Don't worry about it," I said as quiet as I could.
"No, I made a good mess of everything. I hope you don't think less of me."
"I could never think less of you." I blushed the second the words left my mouth. He just smiled and sipped his coffee. I flinched as I turned my head to look at the clock.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I slept with my head in a bad position. My neck is killing me." I rubbed at me neck and moved my head around, trying to stretch the muscles.
"Here, let me help," Mitch said and motioned for me to turn around. I slid around in my chair as he stood up.
"What are you going to do," I asked nervously.
"Nothing too painful," he returned with a small laugh. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to squeeze and press the muscles in my neck and shoulders. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I could feel his body close behind me. His underwear clad crotch brushed against my upper back. My cock began to swell. I stood up quickly and stepped away.
"Wow, thanks. That was awesome. My neck really feels better. I think I need to get home so that my parents don't worry." I walked to the door and waved as I let myself out. I practically ran home and into my bathroom. I stroked my hard dick until I came all over the sink. I went to my bedroom and eventually fell asleep.