Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2019 02:40:29 -0600 From: Ocelot Subject: Little Rockstar I Okay, let's do this nonsense first. This fictional story contains sex between a consenting adult, and a consenting minor. If this offends, blah, blah, blah, beat it! If you like this...well...beat it (the pleasurable way)! Nifty can't host such great stories without support from readers like you! Give `til it hurts! This story is to be displayed on Nifty and no other websites. When I got hired on at the gas station, it was for the graveyard shift. It was mostly quiet during the night. Dare I say...quiet as the grave? Anyway, one of things I did at 4:30 in the morning was make coffee. Regular, Super Caff, Brazillian, and Asian Blend. People began coming in at 5. A few early risers. Delivery drivers. Then a wave of construction workers, gardeners, and landscapers. One such regular was a lawyer. He didn't like coffee. He always said it tasted like muddy water that was bitter, despite sugar or creamers. He was a nice guy that was single. Well, I assumed he was as there was no wedding ring. He got his caffeine from two Rockstar energy drinks. One for the drive to the office, one for when he read his morning emails. He had a bathroom at the office, and brushed his teeth after getting his energy. He did have some nice teeth. As time went on, I began calling him Rockstar. Just because of his choice of drink. Sometimes he'd buy a breakfast sandwich, but he'd always buy two Rockstar energy drinks. He seemed to enjoy this. His suits were always a nice contrast to the blaze orange and jeans of the construction workers. Some months later, I was moved to the afternoon/evening shift. I began at 2:30. School let out at 3. We would get flooded with kids from the nearby school. They'd get sodas, slushies, and snacks. Some would get a bag of Cheetos and then add in a bunch of nacho cheese. One kid I noticed in particular. I judged him to be about 14. If I was correct in my assumption, he was 15 years younger than I was. But what a kid! Long shaggy hair, beautiful, smooth, white creamy skin that had a few brown freckles scattered on his cheeks and nose. He had a nice smile, pierced ears, and a voice that sometimes cracked because of puberty. Every so often he'd be about fifty cents short for a can of soda, and I'd happily cover it. The smile on his face when I said "Don't worry about it, buddy" was worth it. I never actually put the fifty cents into the drawer. People always said for me to keep the change so that covered it. Every so often, Rockstar would show up on his way home. Just some staples. Milk, eggs, bread, but sometimes a Rockstar. One day, I was standing behind the counter, not doing anything when Rockstar came in. To my surprise, the kid I was crushing on got out of his car as well. This raised my eyebrows. Were they father and son? A couple? Was the kid who made my heart race when I saw him selling himself? The various possibilities raced through my mind. "Hey guys," I said with a wave. "Hey dude," Rockstar said. The kid just gave me a shy smile and wave. My heart fluttered. As they wandered the aisles, I heard the kid call Rockstar dad. I had no idea that Rockstar had any kids. I had no idea that it was THIS particular kid. Good heavens, he was a cutie! Soon, they were back to the counter, ready to buy. We exchanged some pleasantries and kept talking. I said that while I'd seen them in the store many times, it was the first time I'd seen them together. They confirmed they were indeed father and son, and headed out. If I wanted the son, I'd have to make nice with the father. No problem. We were already on good terms. Most afternoons, Little Rockstar would come in. He preferred Monster energy drinks, but I called him Little Rockstar. Calling him Little Monster may not have been the best thing. Like his father, he seemed to willingly accept the term. I kept covering him when he was a few cents short, and talked with his father when he came in during the evenings. Some weeks later, I was pulling drinks forward in the cooler, when I nearly knocked over Little Rockstar. Something seemed off to me. He was a few inches taller. I knew kids grew fast, but didn't think they could grow inches in a few days. "Oh, sorry Little Rockstar, didn't see you there!" I said, taking hold of his shoulder so he wouldn't fall over. "It's okay, man. I can be quiet, I know." His blue eyes peered out at me from beneath his shaggy light brown hair. "You all right?" I forced myself to let go of him so I wouldn't seem like a creep. "Yeah. Good thing you grabbed me. Look." he pointed down. Fully expecting a flick in my nose in a "Gotcha" gag, I looked down. He wasn't wearing shoes. He was wearing Roller Blades. This explained the sudden increase in height. It was the first time I'd seen him wearing them. Usually, he'd walk or bike to the store. He lived close by. "Hey, Roller Blades! Awesome! They look great! How're you getting used to them?" "They're pretty fun. I'm coming along pretty good. Got them for my birthday." "Oh?" I said with a smile. "How old are we now?" "14," he said, with a trademark smile that always melted my heart. "Well then! This calls for a celebration. Forget the bottled sodas today. Grab yourself some candy, and a soda from the fountain, and I'll take care of it." I said, internally melting for him. "Are you sure?" Worry came over his face. "You won't get into trouble?" "Yeah. Perks of being in management. It'll be okay." A few weeks on the evening shift, and I had become the night manager. I couldn't give things away, but I got a discount. I'd use that and then pay for his items. After ringing him up, I put his candy bars into a bag. "Be safe getting home, Little Rockstar. Don't drop the soda, or it'll be a sad day!" He'd gotten a 52 ounce Coke. "For sure! Thanks again!" Little Rockstar smiled, waved, and made his way out of the store. I waved back, and watched his beautiful jeans covered butt as he made his way to the end of the parking lot and turned right. I really wanted to kiss him. I really wanted to hold him and cuddle with him. I really wanted to feel his smooth skin against mine. I really wanted to see his ass without clothes on. I didn't know that a few weeks later my wishes would partially come true. Author's Note: Okay, so Chapter I is in the books. I hope it's okay so far. If you'd like to check out my other stories, check out "Ashton and Noah" in the gay/adult-youth section, "Friends, Neighbors, and Lover's" in the gay-young friends, and if you like mmf, Chapter I of "Meeting the Twins on Vacation" is up as well. Questions? Comments? Emails are always welcome. Feel free to message me fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com