Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 00:07:34 -0500
From: tripledee138@gmail.com
Subject: Grocery Store Love Part 1

The events described did happen in some form, with some details changed -
however, the names have been deliberately changed to protect those
involved. This is only the beginning. After this part, everything is pure
fiction - a figment of my imagination. This is my work, so please don't
copy it without permission. If you like it, drop me a line and let me know.
This is my first try at something like this, so any feedback would be
welcome.

Tripledee

Grocery Store Love

I always watched him from afar.

His name was Jason - he had short, curly black hair and a tan complexion.
His eyes were in the shade of melt-in-your-mouth M & M brown -- so gorgeous
you could eat them right up. But that wasn't what made him so beautiful.

It was that smile. The most perfect, whitest teeth you had ever seen. And
man, did he smile a lot. And his laugh was one of the most contagious ones
around - whenever Jason laughed, it was impossible to not join in.

But like I said, I always watched him from afar. He always had some girl
hanging on his arm, staring at him like a lost puppy. Every time I got to
talk to him, all I could say was, "What's up?" He always answered the same
way, "With these chicks always around, you know what's up." Of course, I
would just smile and continue on my way.

We both worked at the same store and I always tried my best to be around
him as much as possible; always trying to get to do the same job he was
doing. It was always fun just to watch him move, graceful, beautiful and
strong. Oh the nights I spent dreaming of him. Eventually, I was able to
talk to him some more and we became pretty good friends.

One day Jason came into work, all smiles (not unusual) but he seemed to be
giddier than usual. After a little prying, he said, "I got a car!" Of
course, this didn't excite me all that much - it was only a car. But I
guess for a straight guy, a car meant picking up more chicks and getting
laid more often. I looked at him and said, "Cool dude! Now you can go
cruising all you want." He just flashed that smile at me and started to get
to work.

The shift was boring that day - not a lot of customers, so not much work to
do. I didn't really get to work with Jason - a bummer, but I had resigned
myself to that fact and just looked forward to the times I did get to work
with him. I was in the middle of one of my reveries when I heard that
familiar voice behind me, "Dude, I can give you a ride home tonight, if you
want." How could I not say yes? "That'd be cool," I replied, all the while
thinking about riding something else.

"Alright man, I'll meet you by the time clock after I get done."

Well, the rest of my shift flew by, just thinking about getting to spend
some quality time with Jason. Mind you, I knew that he was straight - but
that couldn't stop a man from dreaming, yanno?

Eventually the time to leave arrived, and I waited anxiously by the time
clock after I punched out. Jason met me there about five minutes later, all
ready to go.

"Dude, this is going to be so sick! As if I didn't get enough chicks
already!" I just smiled (again) and laughed anxiously. I followed Jason out
to his `new' car - turns out it was an 89 Dodge something-or-other - I
didn't really care, as long as I got to spend time with the man of my
dreams.

The ride home was pretty uneventful - I had to give him directions as he'd
never been over my house before. When we arrived, I said goodbye - and then
I almost had a heart attack. Jason leaned in like he was going to kiss me -
and I froze. He must have seen the look of deer caught in headlights in my
face because then he smiled and laughed, "Just fuckin' with you dude. Now
get out before I kick your ass out." With that, I regained my composure and
laughed, exiting the car. As I walked up the stairs, I could hear Jason
blaring his horn down the street. I almost walked into the door, still
somewhat dazed of our almost kiss in the car, wondering what would've
happened had it actually happened. That night, as I jacked off, all I could
think of was Jason kissing me. In my mind, he kissed me - and came harder
than I ever had before.

The next few weeks, the rides home became a regular thing - Jason didn't
live too far from me, and I wasn't really out of the way, so he didn't mind
bringing me home. I enjoyed them especially because it gave me time to
spend with Jason outside of work where no one was watching - I could stare
at him out of the corner of my eye or even have a whole conversation
without worrying about the boss watching. This went on for a few weeks
until one day the unthinkable happened - his 89 Dodge something-or-other
broke down and had to be fixed. No ride home that night.

"Looks like I'll have to catch the train tonight," I said during our
shift. It was really busy that night and Jason needed help, so of course I
was the first one to volunteer.

"Yea dude, sorry about the car breaking down - but hey, I can walk with you
to the train station, make sure you don't get raped or molested."

"Heh, thanks man, but I can handle my own."

"S'alright, I'll go with you anyway. I like hanging out with you - you're a
smart guy and always have something interesting to talk about. Besides,
I've got nothing to rush home to except for a pain in the ass brother and a
mom who's always in pain". Jason's mom was in a car accident about a year
before and was still fighting the insurance companies to pay for her
medical bills and the pain meds - she managed to get some, but not nearly
what she needed.

"Alright, sounds cool." I made a calculated decision at that moment. "Man,
I've got something to tell you, but I'll tell you later, okay?"

"What, can't you tell me now?"

"No, you'll just have to wait until later."

As soon as I had finished Jason with the one cart we were unloading, I took
my break and told my manager that I wanted to do something else for the
rest of the night. I couldn't be around Jason - I was shaking so hard. I
could hardly run a register - so my manager had me fill the shelves in some
of the aisles. It was slow going - the night seemed to take forever and
every time Jason looked at me, I would look away, pretending I was doing my
work.

My shift finally ended. I hadn't seen Jason in about an hour and when I
rounded the corner to the time clock, he was already there, waiting for me.

"Ready dude?" he said.

"Yea, let's go."

"So what's up?"

"Let's get outta the store, I'll tell you in a bit," I said, my hopes
dashed of him not remembering our earlier conversation.

We left the store and started walking towards the train station. I had my
eyes on the ground and couldn't look at Jason. It was a cooler spring
evening, and I was wearing my light jacket. I had to keep my hands in my
pockets to keep them from shaking. The walking was slow and deliberate. I
knew Jason was waiting for me to say something - I was just trying to work
up the courage to do so.

"Ok, what gives man? What's your issue? Is someone dead? Someone have
cancer? What is it?" he finally asked. I almost jumped out of skin when he
spoke.

"No, it's nothing like that. It's just.." I trailed off, suddenly afraid to
continue. He was going to be one of the first ones, one of the first people
I had ever told. What if I lost him..? What if he never wanted to see me
ever again?

"Nothing can be as bad as what you think it is man. Whatever it is, just
spill it!"

"I'm gay."

Nothing. I looked away and started walking faster, tears beginning to well
up in my eyes. He didn't want anything more to do with me.

"Wait up man! You're gay?! No way. I don't believe you."

I turned back to him, fighting back the tears but failing. "Do you think
I'd make something like that up?"

"No..I guess not. But what's with the tears?"

"I was afraid you'd hate me...or worse, kick my ass or something."

"Man..you're like a brother to me. I would never do that. Anyone who gives
you any shit for being gay, let me know. I'll go and beat the shit outta
them for you. I mean it. Being gay doesn't change anything - you're still
my friend." He caught up with me and put his arm around my shoulder.

I almost fainted - he didn't care and was totally cool with it. "Thanks
man..you have no idea how much that means."

"I can sorta tell..the color has come back to your face," he laughed and
flashed those pearly whites at me.

I had gotten through the easy part. Now how was I going to tell him that I
was head over heels for him?