This story is a work of fiction. All characters and storylines are the work of fiction. If you are offended by homosexually then please stop reading now.
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Part One. The first Day.
So mom finally convinced me to get a job. Actually it's because one of my bestfriends got a job there so I thought if she could get a job there, so could I. Besides, working with her would be fun. I guess I should introduce myself, my name's Jesse. I just turned 16. I'm your typical skater dude, I have long shaggy blondish, brown hair. Deep green/blue eyes that many people compliment. I'm about 5'9 and I'm in pretty good shape weighing around 140. I don't have the muscular figure I want yet, but I'm getting there. I have a nice smooth stomach with the exception of my furry happy trail and developing chest hair around my large round nipples. I have a nice batch of pithair and leghair. (Yes I have a hair fetish so this character has gotta be described to the max...) My furry happy trail leads to something I'm pretty proud of. Being 16 my dick's about 7 inches and very thick. My balls are nice and round and I have nice amount of hair surrounding my dick.
I'm secretly bisexual. Or maybe bicurious. I want to be with a guy so bad. Sometimes I'll jerk off thinking about my guy friends. No one knows about, and I mean no one. It's a secret that I'll probably keep forever. Maybe.
So anyway, my job is at a restuarant. All I have to do is wash the dishes and clean the tables. Simple right? But it really was the last thing I wanted to do on a Saturday morning.
I was led into the hot kitchen by new boss who introduced me to Colin. Colin would be training me today on the basics. What added to even more is that Colin was extremely attractive. Colin was 18, he had short blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes. He had a hoop earring in his left ear and he smelled strongly of a great cologone that I could never get enough of. He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand which was dry and chapped from the hot water. His warm, slender, fingers felt great against my cool hand. He was wearing the red work shirt and a pair of baggy jeans which left plenty for the imagination. He was about the same height as me and looked about the same size. But I was guessing he probably had a great 6-pac. Probably a slighty hairy chest and a nice happy trail. I grew hard as I began to think of more of the details.
Our boss left us and he showed me around the busy kitchen. As we went around he introduced me to the waitresses and cooks. The cooks were all older, the oldest being in his 50's and the youngest being in probably his mid-30's. We continued on the tour of the kitchen and finally he said, let's get to work. So we did. I worked nonstop until about noon, that's when my bestfriend came in. I started talking to her about what I liked and disliked so far. We didn't talk for long though because she had to get started.
I went back to helping Colin with the dishes. Every so often our hands would brush against one anothers. He would just flash a smile which showed off his dimples and bright white teeth and say "Sorry." Around three, Colin told me that another busboy would be coming in at four and he was leaving at three-thirty. He said, "Yeah the guy coming later is a homo."
I laughed figured he was just joking.
"No really, he's a fag." Colin told me with all seriousness. He stared at me for about ten seconds then smiled that devilish smile again, "I'm just joking. His name's Greg he's really cool. He's 17, cool guy."
With that said we went back to work, at 3:30 Colin left me with only a couple of dishes to do on my own. Around 3:50, a really good looking curly haired kid came walking into the kitchen. He came over and introduced himself, "Hey I'm Greg," he said.
"Oh what's up man?" I said looking Greg over.
Greg was also about the same height as me. His curly hair added a possible half inch. His eyes were a deep, dark brown that I could get lost in. He had a killer smile and a killer tan. He seemed to look pretty athletic. The two fo us worked on the dishes, I only had an hour left so I was relieved! The two of us talked about random things and he eventually asked, "So you gotta girl?"
"Nah," I told him.
"Oh, me either." he said looking directly at me.
I smiled and went back to work. Was that a hint? Maybe Greg really WAS gay. I finally finished my shift and headed home. As soon as I got home the phone rang and it was my friend that I work with. We talked about my first day and stuff like that. She then said, "So did you meet Greg?"
"Yeah, I did." I told her.
"He is so hot. See if you can get me a date with him." she said.
"Allright, I can try. I barely know the guy though," I told her.
We talked a bit more and then I hung up. A few hours later I headed to bed, I was beat from the first day. I went to bed wearing just a pair of boxers. I layed in bed thinking about my new hot co-workers. I thought about what Colin said about Greg. About him being gay. I knew he was just joking but then again, maybe he was. I thought of Greg and I making out. Me running my hands through his curly brown hair. Him tracing his hands down my back. I instantly grew hard at the thought. I then pulled down my boxers down below my balls and began to stroke my 7 inches. I used the precum I had leaked as lube and before long I was shooting a thick load cream all over myself as I thought Greg.
I cleaned up and went to bed, I did have to work with him tomorrow...
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