Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

He felt like all the air inside had been knocked out of him. Blake couldn’t believe what Trent had said, or what it meant. There was no way they could know, could even have a clue that he was, but somehow they had. Did others know? Was it that obvious to everyone, or was all this just an elaborate plot to out him?

Even though he felt scared, he couldn’t help but take into account that Trent had used the ‘we’, the ‘like us’ words, as if he was Gay. Yet, how come he didn’t feel like it was true, that it was maybe just an act? As he stood there, with a sort of stunned look on his face, he realized something had attracted him to Trent.

Had that been the ‘gaydar¹’ that he had read about? Was there really such a thing, as being able to tell if another was like him?

Then too, as he felt his muscles tighten, as he managed to slowly calm his beating heart, and his heaving chest, the whole idea that the Fraternity was made up of just gays, was a bit, well incredulous. Sure, he had read about them, but always thought it was just fiction.

To suddenly think that all those guys lined up in a row, that the guy who touched his dick to measure it, was also gay, was well, hard to swallow. Still, to strip, to jerk off, as a sort of, get acquainted ritual, wasn’t what you would expect from Straight Guys.

His mind was whirling, as he tried to figure it out, while Trent stood there. It seemed like he had been silent for ages, but he knew it had only been seconds. His heart was still pounding as he stared at Trent, at those eyes, that mouth, that mop of hair. The guy was everything that Blake liked, that got him hard. He had a ton of magazines, but the most used ones were those that had pictures of guys like Trent.

Then too, as he thought about it, he wondered at things. Like how impressed everyone was with how far he shot his load, at how big Brian’s dick was, and how disappointed they all seemed when Brian didn’t shoot, but sort of just flowed. Could what Trent be telling him, be for real? Looking at him, he rather hoped it was, as he nodded his head, afraid to speak the words, to admit it.

As soon as he did nod, he noticed how Trent suddenly lit up. His face didn’t have the worry lines, and his eyes seemed more relaxed, as were his facial features. Blake hadn’t noticed it before, but it was as if Trent had been just as nervous as him.

‘You really didn’t know?’

‘No. Guess I should have, but uh…’

‘It’s cool, takes a load off my mind, you had me scared for a second.’

‘Me? I don’t, why?’

‘Hate to make a pass at a breeder, I mean you know how they can get.’

They had started to walk closer to the main doors, when he just stopped and stared at Trent. He was making a pass at him? How the fuck, how did he miss that, he wondered, as he just nodded, not sure what to say. How could he tell this guy that he didn’t even know that he had made a pass, let alone know how straight guys reacted to one?

Inside, the managed to find a table at the back, away from everyone else. The place wasn’t busy, and he had noticed Trent had grabbed a sandwich, offered him one too, but he had refused. He was just too nervous to eat anything, hard enough to drink the hot coffee as it was.

Funny, but Trent wouldn’t let him pay either, which was nice, but it confused him. Was Trent serious, that he had made a pass at him, or was he trying to? No one had ever done that, least not that he had noticed. Thinking it over, he wondered if he had missed other passes? Was he still a frustrated virgin, because he didn’t know the signs?

The whole idea that he had no experience with other guys because he might have missed the signals confused him. It also depressed him, as he watched how easy Trent could talk about things, about other guys. The way his face would light up when he would mention some past ‘date’ as he called it.

While the talk was hushed, and every few seconds Trent would look around, making sure no one could hear them, it was rather thrilling to listen to someone else talk about guys, the way he felt about guys. It was something he never had. It was perhaps why he had lost himself so much while jerking off earlier. To be showing off like that, was so new, so different.

Sitting there, listening, he felt a bit nervous at first. No one had ever talked to him this way, and he was frightened of screwing it up. All he could do was sit there, and stare. His eyes couldn’t leave Trent’s face, the way he would light up, then grow sombre. It was so new to him, that he was just enthralled by the whole experience.

‘You don’t say much’

‘Sorry.’

‘It’s okay, not boring you, am I? Really don’t want to do that.’

‘No, no not at all, just… I guess I am still a bit uh, you know, finding out.’

‘Yeah, you really didn’t know?’

‘No, guess I just, I don’t know, I sound like a real dunce.’

Trent leaned back in the chair, and stared at Blake. In a way it made him nervous, in another way he felt rather flattered. It was strange to have another guy look at him, in that kind of way. Least it felt good, as he sort of just looked back, not sure what to say or do.

‘You uh, not interested? I mean it’s okay, maybe I am too pushy at times, but uh, it’s cool if you aren’t.’

‘Huh? I don’t… shit, uh, this isn’t easy for me.’

‘You got a boyfriend? That it?’

‘ME? I wish.’

‘Then, what?’

He could feel his stomach twisting, turning into a giant knot. How do you tell someone you haven’t a clue what it is he wants? It was like, some worse secret than not letting on you were different. It was just nerves, he knew, but that didn’t help him much as he looked over at Trent. The way he seemed ready to be disappointed.

Still, the idea that Trent was interested in him, was well, exciting. He didn’t want to blow it, and as he thought about that, he got a smile on his face. Yes, he did want to blow it, but not in the sense of what he had been thinking. Christ, suddenly he was having sex with the guy, and he still didn’t know what it was he wanted. Did he want to have sex, and what kind?

‘You’ll laugh.’

‘Laugh? I don’t… no I won’t laugh, honest.’

The magazines he had read, the few videos he had seen, didn’t prepare him for this. He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. It was odd, because he knew he was attracted to Trent. Hell, he had stolen quite a few glances at his dick earlier, and he knew it had turned him on.

Come to think of it, Trent was actually the first person he had come out to. In some ways, tonight was becoming nothing but a collection of firsts for him. There was the Frat House, where he stripped for a bunch of strangers, got his dick hard in front of them, instead of a mirror. He even had another guy touch his dick, which was a huge first for him.

He had then followed that up by jacking off in front of over 20 strangers. That was super huge, which paled in comparison to now. To have actually admitted he was gay, to another guy, now that had to rank right up there, so how could he not keep the string alive? The way Trent looked, how he had spoken, Blake couldn’t help but be impressed.

Maybe more than that, was that somehow else actually thought enough of him, to want to take it to a more personal level. But then, what if he couldn’t deliver? His heart was pounding as the thoughts raced back and forth. He so wanted to stop being the quiet one, the one who only read about it. He wanted to feel more than some stranger’s hand touch him.

‘I uh, I haven’t, that is I never… I uh…’

‘Never?’

‘Never.’

‘But you are what, eighteen at least, never? Not in High School even?’

‘No, never.’

‘Shit.’

‘I am sorry, I uh…’

‘Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about, just well, I never met someone who uh, who never.’

‘Now you have.’

He felt totally foolish, and depressed. There was no way that Trent would want some virgin, certainly not him. He felt the disappointment inside, even though Trent hadn’t backed off, yet. It would just be a matter of time, of that he was certain.

‘There a reason? I mean you’re not sick or anything, so that you uh, can’t?’

‘No.’

‘Then how come? There had to be someone you had the hots for in school? Some friend or someone?’

‘I wish, but no, no one.’

‘I don’t get it, you are hot looking, no one hit on you?’

‘Hot? Me? You need glasses, and no, no one hit on me.’

‘Why not?’

Why couldn’t Trent just let it go? Why did he seem so insistent on knowing why he was a virgin? Wasn’t that bad enough? Surely he could get whoever he wanted, the way he looked, so why was he wasting so much energy on him?

‘Too scared I guess.’

‘Oh, I see.’

The silence was awkward, as Blake waited for Trent to make some excuse, and leave, yet at the same time he rather hoped he wouldn’t. He liked him, had a nice voice, and well, he liked his looks. Truth was, he felt something around him, the way he had been nervous too, yet had tried to not show it. Then his compliment, but really he knew it wouldn’t go further.

‘Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you.’

‘Uh, look, you didn’t, just that, I never been someone’s first. Besides, not like I am what you would call an expert either.’

‘You mean you still want to uh, to uh…’

‘Get it on? Yeah, I’d like to well, know you better.’

‘Oh’

He felt the disappointment. It was like Trent was now just being nice, that his chance to maybe make this a super night of firsts, was well, over with. Still, he did do well, and there was tomorrow.

‘You look, shit look, I think maybe we got our wires crossed a bit here.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, that well, I like you, want to know you, but if you aren’t ready for more than hanging together, I can, well, I can wait or whatever. No pressure, I mean, I know how it can be, that first, well, you know.’

‘I suppose, but, I am not good at this, the guessing. I never, it isn’t just the sex stuff. I never told anyone I liked guys, until now. So I uh, I don’t know what is expected, and well, it is all just so new, so different than what I had imagined.’

‘No one? For real?’

‘For real.’

‘Shit, that has to suck, how did you, I mean wasn’t it kind of hard, to not be able to, well, talk about it?’

‘Yeah, yet I don’t know, never seemed like there was a reason to.’

‘So you never came across any guys you liked? That you maybe wanted to uh, you know, find out if they were?’

‘Sure, just that, well I was too afraid. I didn’t want to suddenly be known as that Fag, or as the Queer Kid.’

‘Sucks when that happens.’

As he mumbled his answer, he couldn’t help but look down, and then up very quickly. Strange how his mind kept making more out of the words. Like when Trent said ‘suck’ how it made him glance down at his crotch. When he managed to take a deep breathe, he also noticed how Trent was smiling at him.

‘sorry’

‘Don’t be, though I don’t know how anyone could not know you were into guys, the way you been checking me out, which I have to say I rather like.’

‘I uh, really? I just, well, I guess it’s because at least, I well, I know you are, that you won’t, you know.’

‘Yeah, getting outed that way can be a real bitch. So, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, you want to maybe, well, uh, go somewhere private, where uh, where, we can, sort of… see if we uh can do more than stare?’

‘Sure you want to? I may really suck at it?’

Even as Trent started to laugh, he knew his mistake, but couldn’t help himself from joining in with Trent. The tension somehow disappeared, as they laughed, because of the way he had said it, and how he had been sneaking another glance at Trent as he had.

Funny it was, and yet scary too, but while his heart was beating, he didn’t think it was because of fear. It was more from excitement, as he’d not yet touched another guy, and so maybe tonight’s rush of first’s would continue? Problem was, where could they find a private place? He couldn’t go back to his dorm room, nor did he think they could go to Trent’s.

‘I’d like that, if you sure, but, where?’

‘Oh I am sure, I been wanting to, the second I saw you at the Frat House, and well, I know of a place, if you game.’

‘I am, if you are.’

‘You need glasses, or I need smaller pants.’

He couldn’t help but laugh, while checking out Trent’s crotch. There really was no mistaking that bulge, and while he had seen many in the magazines, to see one in real, and not have to hide his glance, was in itself, arousing. Blake could feel his own dick stirring as they quickly stood up and made their way out.

Blake followed slightly behind Trent, noticing how nicely his ass looked. There was something about how the two halves moved as he walked. How the pants seemed to fit them so nicely, and how the curve of the flesh looked so inviting. He had a strange urge to want to pat them, to reach out and just touch, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Not out in public.

They made their way out, and he couldn’t help but notice Trent was walking rather fast. It was like he couldn’t wait, which in all honesty, he felt as well. The ache in his own crotch was unlike any other ache he ever had. Even when his favourite magazine was out, and he had been rushing home to open it up, he never felt like he did now.

While the palms of his hands were sweaty, while the beat of his heart was faster, the ache in his chest was intense, it was nothing to how he ached in his crotch, nor how there was a twinge by his ass. That wasn’t something new, but he never really felt it as much as now, as he followed Trent along the pathway, then suddenly veer off to go into the trees that lined the path.

Everything had a strange glow to it, muted and it was hard to keep Trent’s image in front of him. He was more like a darker shadow, as they made their way behind the trees, and bushes that filled the area. He could still see the glow from the path, but it didn’t do much but give him a focal point. It didn’t penetrate the darkness.

They broke out into a sort of clearing. Least it was less dense than the trail they had followed. It had a soft perfume smell to it, sort of like flowers, but more intense. Blake breathed in deeply, enjoying the rather strong scent, unable to figure out what it reminded him off. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had to admit, it was a nice little spot.

The Stars shone from above, and he could tell that no one passing by would be able to just stumble onto them, without them hearing. It really was an ideal spot, and he turned to look at Trent. If he was a freshman, like himself, how did he know about this spot?

‘One of the guys at the House showed me this place, in case you are wondering.’

Blake smiled, because he had been wondering. Still, it was perfect, as there was thick grass over the ground. He could smell its earthiness, as he stared around at it all, then back towards Trent. In the pale light, he had a sort of glow around the edges, but the sparkle in his eyes were as brilliant as the stars above. He looked perfect, as he just stood there, not sure what to do, or what would happen.

‘And before you ask, yes I got it on with him, he was cute, wasn’t any of the guys that were there tonight though, and well, I hadn’t met you yet.’

‘That’s okay, I mean, not like we are married. Or uh, I mean, should I be upset?’

Trent laughed, as he reached out and put his hand next to Blake’s face. The back of it moved up and down as he just stared at him, his eyes sparkling. ‘No, only if we become an item, as they say, then yeah, you should be, I know I would be.’

Blake smiled back, and put his own hand up and over Trent’s hand. It felt good to touch it, to feel the warm flesh of another man. He felt his body tremble as he touched the hand, and his eyes looked up to stare into Trent’s. It was like tiny lightning bolts were flashing at him, as he stared into them, feeling his whole body tingle.

The hand moved down his face, rested on his shoulder, as he watched Trent’s face loom closer, as he heard him shuffle forward a bit. He stood there, uncertain what to do, as he held both hands at his side. The look in the eyes grew as they came closer, the eye lashes fluttered as Trent moved his head to one side, Blake suddenly feeling his own head move to the opposite side.

He could feel his heart pounding, as Trent’s face came closer. His hands suddenly reached out, on their own, to touch Trent at both sides. To sort of grasp his thin body. He felt the charge, the electricity, as his fingers made contact with Trent’s sides. The softness of his flesh, the way he seemed to move made his leg twitch as his own eyes suddenly began to blink rapidly, the eyelids opening and closing in a flurry.

Then he felt the warm breath on his face, followed by a soft touch against his lips. He trembled, as his hands clutched at Trent’s sides, pulling him in closer. The warm touch on his lips changed to a hard press, as his own lips parted. Blake shuddered, as he realized that Trent was kissing him, that their two bodies were pressing up into each other. That poking object, near his thigh wasn’t Trent’s thigh, but his hard dick.

He moaned a bit, having it cut off, as Trent’s tongue was suddenly in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, but let his body follow its instincts. Blake felt his whole body quiver, felt almost like he would pass out. The breath in his lungs seemed to be gone, as he gasped for air, heard himself panting, as Trent’s tongue licked at the inside of his mouth. He felt his teeth rake his lips, nibble at them really, which only made his hands clutch at Trent more.

Then he heard the noise, the soft moan that wasn’t his. His eyes opened briefly, but closed quickly as Trent’s lips pressed against his harder. As the tongue once more snaked it way past his lips into his mouth. He felt the tremor inside, felt the way his own cock was throbbing, but he also could feel Trent’s dick, the way it was pressed into his thigh.

In all his time thinking about this moment, he never thought it would be this good, or that he would ever feel this happy. His whole body was in a strange sense of ecstasy. It was like he could feel every nerve inside, the way it moved, the signals it was sending to his brain. Each one, individually, which was weird, yet amazingly wonderful.

He simply couldn’t believe how he could feel all those different emotions. The way his mind could experience the touch of Trent’s hand down his stomach, across his belly, while at the same time recording how sweet his mouth tasted, or how salty his lips were. His chest was heaving, his legs trembling, but all he could think of was how good it all felt, how soft the hands were, then how hard they were.

The way Trent moved them all over him, touching his thigh, that send shivers up and down his spine, or how the press of his leg made his heart tremble. The way his ears felt as they heard the soft moan coming from Trent. It was too much for him, as he felt his body buck, felt himself losing total control over his whole body.

The weakness inside, was making him shake, sort of like he was having a fit or something. Yet it didn’t seem to stop Trent, or slow him down. His hands were everywhere, his mouth too. The way he would be biting on Blake’s lower lip one second, then kissing the hollow of his neck. Then just as he would feel that, he would find his ear being licked, or the wet kiss across his shuttered eyes.

His whole body was a mess of quivering jelly, as the hands moved over him, as Trent’s warm body filled the space between them in ways he didn’t think could be possible. The trembling was making him think the ground was moving, the explosion of lights across his closed eyelids only adding to the confusion, to the joy inside.

Blake felt himself arch forward, suddenly realizing he had let himself go too much. The way his whole groin suddenly seemed to explode, to ache, told him he had gone too far. He felt sudden fear, sudden shame, but Trent didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t stop.

His hands continued to move, to touch him, but now down at Blake’s groin. He could feel the hands probing his cock, that had just exploded. The way it was still firm, still rock hard, surprised him, as he heard Trent moan, heard his voice crack a bit, as the hands felt the now large wet patch of his pants.

Blake felt himself pulling at Trent, bringing his body even closer. His own hands were clenched tightly around the firm buttocks, squeezing the flesh inside the pants. He could feel them shake, feel the warmth as he pulled harder, wishing he hadn’t cum, wishing he had held on.

Suddenly, Trent pulled back, and with his hands on Blake’s shoulder he stared across at him. His chest was heaving as much as Blake’s, but the eyes were sparkling. Blake felt a bit uneasy, but stood there, waiting. He wasn’t sure for what, as Trent let his hands fall down, then he glanced down at Blake’s groin. The smile on his face grew, as he just looked at it.

He felt his face becoming flushed, turning red even though it was too dark to notice. Still he felt embarrassed by his premature ejaculation, yet somehow he didn’t think Trent was put off. He just didn’t seem upset, or feel that way. The way he was looking, was sort of, well hot. It was almost as if it turned him on.

‘If I smoked, I’d be lighting one up about now.’

‘Really?’

‘Fuck yeah, damn that felt good. I know it wasn’t what I had expected, but I almost shot my load too.’

‘You mean it? You aren’t just saying that to uh, you know, make me feel better about it?’

‘I don’t bullshit, I never felt so excited, still do.’

‘I wasn’t thinking, I should have held back, I just, you were just, damn I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be, I mean not like we are finished, uh, unless you don’t… I mean…’

‘No, I don’t want it to end this way, least unless you do? I mean, I…’

‘Let’s just sit, and well, rest for a bit, you really got me going there, I never felt that aroused before.’

‘Honest?’

‘Yeah, I mean not like I have been with a lot of guys, just that, those I have were nice, good sex, but nothing like this. I really mean that.’

He watched as Trent moved towards the trunk of the big tree that was at the far end of their little clearing. He sat down, looking up at Blake, his eyes glittering, his mouth in a wide grin. His whole face was bathed in the starlight, as he slowly moved to stand by him, looking down at him. He could see Trent’s chest was still heaving a bit, as was his.

Slowly he let himself sit down, to rest next to Trent. He flinched as Trent moved his arm up and rested it over Blake’s shoulder. He relaxed the instant he felt it holding him. It felt so good, as he sort of just snuggled in closer, to let his body become wrapped by Trent’s.

His head rested on the chest, and he glanced up to see Trent looking at him. Somehow it just felt as he had imagined it would feel, to be with another man. His hand was resting on Trent’s knee, and he glanced down at it, then over at Trent’s crotch. He could see the bulge, and he had wondered what it would feel like. Now he felt like he would find out, as he leaned in closer, as his hand suddenly moved up Trent’s leg, slowly making its way upwards, towards the crotch.

Blake felt his chest suck in, felt the nerves inside tremble, as he felt Trent’s muscles shaking. The warmth under his hand was making him sweat a bit, as he stared at his hand, as it slowly moved up the leg, up the thigh, resting by the groin. His eyes widened, as they saw the bulge move a bit, each time his hand had moved.

Glancing upwards, he saw the glazed look in Trent’s eyes, saw the nostrils flare, as he realized he was the one having that effect on Trent. It was his touch, his presence, that was making him excited, not some picture, not some lifeless video. Blake lowered his eyes to stare at Trent’s crotch, as his fingers hesitated. He wanted them to move, to reach out, but he was still frightened, still unsure.

‘Go ahead, it won’t bite’ came from above his head, and he lifted his face upwards, to stare up at Trent. As he did, he could feel his own cock growing a bit harder, obviously not yet done for the night. He smiled as he looked back down, to see Trent’s hand move up from his other side, and undo the top button of his pants. The sound startled him for a moment, but his eyes were glued to the unfolding scene.

He knew that tonight’s round of firsts for him, was far from over, as he saw Trent pull the zipper down, and push the pants apart. He could see the white band of the underwear, and he could smell that aroma, that scent that had to be what they called ‘the man scent’. Blake licked his lips, as he felt his fingers quiver.

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Graveyard Shift with Dawson

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (4)

He couldn’t help but feel nervous, as he parked and looked over at the gas station. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but still, he felt the dread of walking in and suddenly being confronted by some nasty remarks or comments. Damn straights he thought, why did they make life so complicated?

It wasn’t like he had gotten Chip drunk or anything, wasn’t even like he had made the first move. It had all been Chip’s idea, and he had obliged. Sure, the guy was hot, had a nice dick too, and would have been fun to have as one of those casual type sex friends. Hell, who knows, it might have led to a bit more than him sucking Chip off, but not now.

They always made things so difficult. So the guy found out he liked a guy sucking his wick, like that would suddenly make him Queer? Course the real problem was, some of them actually were Gay, not that they’d ever admit it. He never understood that. After all just because you liked dick didn’t make you suddenly into cooking, or into becoming a hair dresser.

He knew a few who were into Rugby, now that wasn’t a sissy sport, and none of his gay buddies were into being Hair Dresser’s either. Some could cook, but it was because they either learnt how, or starved. So what was it that got guys like Chip becoming dickheads after a good blowjob?

Christ, he should be used to it. After all he did say guys checked him out in the locker room, and it wasn’t like he had sucked him off in front of everyone, nor was he about to tell anyone. Well, okay he might sort of let it slip with a few of his friends, but it wasn’t like they ever came to the gas bar, or would dare say anything to Chip, if they ever met him.

So why the fucking hassle? It made no sense, as he climbed out of the car, to head towards what he felt would be a difficult graveyard shift. He also wondered if Chip would even show up, or had he already called in to quit, or come up with some other lame excuse, so as to not work the shift with him? In some ways that would be the best solution, if he had simply quit, though somehow he figured he’d have heard by now.

He felt a sort of cold chill inside, as he approached the small station hut. It wasn’t busy, given how expensive gas was, but it seemed more quiet than normal. Could simple be the day of the week, but his imagination was running wild. In a way, he hoped Chip would show up, or would make a scene, least it would be over with in short order. This waiting for the hassle was too much.

Stepping inside he saw the day shift manager, who nodded as usual and glanced up at the clock. He always did that, then would come his usual grunt. The guy just wasn’t one for words, and Dawson wondered what he was like in bed. Did he moan, groan, or just lay on top panting as he rammed his dick into his latest?

Part of working here, was the fun at wondering how the other’s were in bed, but as the thought flashed across his mind, he couldn’t help but recall how Chip had been. Man the guy had been loud, which usually was a sign of enjoyment, so why the fuss? He really wanted to know, to maybe even see if he could recognize any sign, so he wouldn’t screw up again.

Then there were all those phone calls. Fuck, he was becoming a nervous wreck and his shift hadn’t even started. He signed in, and leaned back waiting for the time to take over. As the clock moved towards the hour, he saw the day manager look at him, then outside. There was no sign of Chip yet, and he could hear the wheels in the guy’s head turning.

‘Your helper is late.’

‘Yeah, no problem, you can take off.’

‘Good, things to do, or I’d stick around.’

‘Yeah, it’s cool.’

As he watched him leave, he knew that even if he had asked, the guy would have had an excuse of why he couldn’t stay beyond his shift. Maybe he had a second job or something, but Dawson had to admit, the guy was the least talkative of the entire staff. Still, he did his job, and there never was a problem on his shift, which was a record he matched, least so far.

Glancing at the clock, he swore, wondering if he should call in one of the stand by staff, but figured he’d tough it out alone for an hour or two. Still, calling someone in would mean waking them up, which was never fun. Then too, they’d be cranky once they did show up, so fuck it he thought, as his first customer rolled up to the pumps.

For the next few hours he was kept hopping. Between running to get the pumps working, ringing up the sales, swiping the cards, he didn’t get a second’s break. He also didn’t have the time to worry, and as the last customer for the moment handed him the $20 for the gas, he managed to take a deep breath.

It was then that he noticed the shaggy mop of hair standing in the door to the station. It was Chip, and he could see how he was watching him, his eyes focused right on Dawson. For a moment he felt his body tighten up, felt his hands ball up into a fist, as he stared back. If it was a fight the guy wanted, well fuck it, he’d give a good account of himself.

‘You’re late’

He watched the way his face seemed to tighten, how his whole body seemed tense, on edge. It really was as if the guy wanted to have a fight, yet there was that look in his eyes, that were sort of, well it looked like he was afraid. Hard to imagine, as the guy was well built, had played football, so he said, so he shouldn’t be afraid of a few blows. Still, he seemed more like a frightened deer, than an outraged straight boy.

Maybe it hadn’t been him making those phone calls? Could be coincidence, but then again, he rather doubted it. To get a heavy breather, right after doing a straight boy? Not bloody likely, then too, he did show up late, so obviously it had to be him.

Dawson pushed himself back upright, and stared at Chip. His lips were drawn tight, his face looking a bit white, as if the blood was all draining from it, but he didn’t say a word. He just stood there, looking defiant and scared at the same time. Neat trick, but Dawson didn’t have time for the bullshit, he was tired from working non stop.

Moving forward, he could see how tightly Chip was holding himself. Could he be thinking that Dawson was going to attack him or something? Or maybe he figured Dawson had outed him or something?

‘You got something to say, or just planning on standing there all night?’

‘No, I haven’t got anything to say.’

‘Yeah I gathered that from your phone calls earlier, so you going to work your shift or what?’

Dawson noticed how his shot had gone home. Straight and true, as Chip seemed to tremble a bit. His legs twitched, and the hands hanging at his side moved too, but he just looked at Dawson, like he didn’t know which way to run, or even if he should run.

As he got closer, he could see the thin lines on Chip’s forehead stretched taut, the way his jaw was defined by the tautness of his face. It was obvious he was on edge, and as he looked down, he couldn’t help but notice the balled up fists. He also couldn’t help but see that his basket was bulging a bit. Strange, he may be about to wind up in a fist fight with him, but here he was, checking his basket.

Chip hadn’t said anything yet, as he got closer. Looking back up at his face, he knew that Chip had caught him checking him out. The jaw was even more clenched, but the hands stayed down, maybe waiting for Dawson to get closer, or maybe just to stay there.

‘I gotta hit the john, you going to watch the front for me?’

‘I’ll watch it’

‘Gee, how generous of you, I won’t be long, then maybe you’ll tell me if you are planning to work your shift or not.’

He kept himself moving, ignoring the flash of anger from his sarcastic retort, but fuck it. He had enough of the childish games, and if Chip was pissed about being blown earlier, it was his own damn fault. He was the one who made the moves, Dawson would have been just fine going home, jerking off, and forgetting about Chip. Not like he needed Chip either, he had guys he could call, who would satisfy him, so fuck it.

Slamming the door, he felt his own anger rising. He scolded himself, for giving in this morning, but the whole thing wasn’t his fault. Okay, so he jerked off thinking about the guy, big fucking deal. Like he didn’t expect Chip to find out, and he didn’t seem to mind when he did. Hell, he invited him for coffee, not the other way around.

As he pulled his dick out, to take his piss, he felt it thicken a bit. He had to admit, Chip did have a nice dick, and his cum had been good, still, it wasn’t worth all this shit. Struggling a bit, he finally managed to get himself calmed down, as the piss began to stream out. He had held it way too long, as he felt the relief in his bladder.

As the last dribbled out, he began to push it back into his shorts, reaching for the zipper, when he felt the cold wind across his back. Turning around quickly, he noticed the door had swung open, that the force of him slamming it had made it not latch fully. There in the door frame was Chip, standing and just staring at him.

Dawson zipped up quickly, and turned around to glare back at Chip. Fuck, just what he needed. He was suddenly feeling very angry, not at himself, but at Chip.

‘See all you wanted?’

He knew the second he said it, that it was perhaps not the right thing to say, but god damn it, he was tired of beating around the bush. The guy had wanted him to suck him off, now he was acting like he had been raped or something. The way he had stood there, out front, now here. What was his fucking problem?

Chip stepped aside, to let Dawson out, and followed him back into the station. He stood by the door, not coming all the way in. There was no sign of anyone else nearby, and it looked like he was guarding the door.

‘So? You gonna say anything, or just stand there?’

‘What do you want me to say?’

‘Not a fucking thing, Christ, what is your problem? You are acting like some, shit, I don’t know what.’

‘You always such an ass to guys you suck off, or just the new ones?’

He couldn’t believe his ears, as he stared for a second at Chip, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

‘WHAT? Me being a dick? Like how many phone calls did I make to you, and not say shit? HOW MANY?’

‘Okay, okay, I am sorry, I just… it scares me, I never, I mean… I am sorry, okay? I uh, I should have said something, I just, oh shit, never mind. I’ll take off, so you won’t have to be so pissed.’

‘Oh sure, run away like some coward, you got a problem with me, spit it out, otherwise, well otherwise, get your head out of your ass and grow up.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Just what it means, Christ, so I sucked you off, wasn’t like you were forced.’

‘I know that, don’t you think I know that?’

‘Then, what? You’re acting like your shit is in a knot, so what is it then?’

He took a deep breathe, feeling totally exhausted already. In some ways it was like talking to a kid, in other ways he was just so mad, he didn’t care what he said or how. He was perspiring as he glared at Chip, at his pale face.

‘You wouldn’t understand, look, I am sorry, I never had something like that happen before, I mean, I uh, I never let, fuck, you know what I mean, you have to, you said you have done others…’

‘Yeah, but, shit… you liked it, didn’t you? Is that what has you all in knots, you liked it, and you just don’t want to admit it, do you?’

‘Maybe, I don’t know…’

‘MAYBE? Come off it Chip, either you did or you didn’t.’

‘Does it matter?’

‘Not to me, obviously to you it seems to.’

‘I guess, I don’t know, I…’

Suddenly Chip just looked so defeated, so crestfallen that for a brief instant Dawson wanted to reach out and pull him close, to hug him and pat him on the head, telling him everything was alright. Yet at the same time, he knew he wouldn’t take it for comfort, but for Dawson making a play for him. Hell, why did sex have to be so complicated?

He had enjoyed sucking him off, plus it obviously seemed like Chip had liked it as well. Didn’t seem like it should be such a big deal. Obviously it was, and the other straight guys, well, they didn’t seem to take it like Chip was.

‘Look, if you’re worried I am gonna tell the world, don’t, okay? It is just between us, doesn’t have to change anything, okay?’

The way Chip looked up at him, how his eyes seemed like they were on the verge of filling with tears surprised Dawson. He had no idea what was going on with the guy. First he had thought it was anger, then fear, now who knows. It was making him feel weird, inside.

He shrugged and stood up straight. There was no doubting that he had made up his mind about something, though Dawson had no idea what. For a brief moment, he thought he was going to just turn around and leave, but instead he sort of just shuffled inside. Chip made his way to the back of the station, grabbed his hat and reached inside his pocket, to get his name tag.

Putting it on, he turned around, giving Dawson a long look, that could be taken many ways. It was eerie, as he didn’t say a word, just looked, then his body sort of just seemed to relax. The tightened body relaxed, including the lines on his face, and around his jaw. The eyes seemed a bit glassy, but the threat of tears had evaporated.

Before he could say a word, the sound of a car driving into the lot echoed. Both of them turned to stare out, and before he could move, Chip was heading out to pump the gas. Dawson leaned back, feeling totally drained. He had no idea what else would happen, but at least the tension was over with.

Watching Chip lean over the front of the car, to wipe the windshield, he couldn’t help but admire his body. The arm stretched out, the way his back muscles seemed to flex, and the one leg lifted up in the air, as he stretched as far as he could, only added to Dawson’s sudden arousal. Christ, just what he needed. Like that was how he had gotten into this mess to begin with, but the idea of sending him for burgers later, made Dawson smile a bit.

Dawson shook his head and turned back inside, wondering if maybe he had some sort of death wish. Not that Chip would attack him, least of that he was now certain, but he sure seemed to be wanting to play with fire. To jerk off and still be thinking of Chip? After the whole day of worrying, was a bit insane, but then he turned and stole another glance of Chip.

Somehow he just knew he couldn’t let it go, or stop himself. He reached down and pushed his stiff dick to one side, hoping that if he stayed behind the cash counter, Chipper wouldn’t notice.

Strange really, to want to keep on thinking of him. Like, sucking his dick was good, but it wasn’t like Chip had the biggest dick he had ever tasted, nor did he have the hottest ass, or flattest stomach. Still, there was something about him that made Dawson not want to give up daydreaming about him.

In a way, Chip reminded him of another straight jock he had run into. Everyone called him Ace, but his real name had been Dean. Now there was a definite stud, and while he had the girls dripping off his arms, he also liked to have the odd fling with a guy. He wasn’t gay either, or so he said, but damn he could sure make you wonder.

Unlike Chip, he didn’t have long hair, nor did he have the Jock type of look, though he certainly had a good body. More of a swimmer type really, least he thought so. Rather a long body, long arms and legs, and man, what a dick on him. Okay, it wasn’t a monster, but certainly more than average, and uncut too. That always was a plus in his mind.

Dean had been just 18 when Dawson had met him, and it hadn’t taken long before he had copped a feel of the straight boy’s dick. His hand had enjoyed that rather long tube in his crotch, and he knew it was not a pair of rolled up socks either. Okay, so they had been drinking, and it was at one of those crazy college do’s. Fact was, Dean had come across as straight, but that was then.

Dawson smiled as he remembered just how horny the guy had been, how the instant he had moved his hand away from the guy’s crotch, he had his own crotch being squeezed and prodded. It was as if Dean was a natural groper too, at how his hand had reached under, pushed his balls up into his suddenly stiff dick. Man it had felt good, and from there, well things had sure moved fast.

Dean had led him outside the house where the party was, and seemed to know exactly where to take him. The guy was like a sex machine, at how he kept tugging at him, giving Dawson the impression that he couldn’t wait. That at any second he’d rip Dawson’s pants off, or his own.

He had led him to a spot, just behind a small little tool shed, and given how warm it was outside, he didn’t care it was outside. They could hear the loud noises coming from the house, see the lights flickering all over, but they were clearly hidden from view. The lights added to the wild time too.

The way they flickered over the swaying branches of the bushes that they were in the midst of. It was crazy at how as soon as they got out of sight, Dean began to strip, and urge him to as well. It was like a fire drill, rushing but not. How his shirt had flown off, to reveal that creamy skin, those perfect nipples. Then it was like day suddenly into night, at how quickly his pants were shoved down to his ankles, his uncut dick sticking out at him.

Dean had reached over, and grabbed Dawson’s face, holding his cheeks tightly as he planted one hell of a kiss on his lips, his tongue slipping in for a brief moment, then suddenly Dawson found himself being guided down onto his knees. Christ, it was amazing at how his body seemed to understand every push, every twitch of Dean’s hands.

How they forced him down, to where his eyes were at level with that hard cock. Dean’s fingers were spread over the sides of his head, and they began to pull him forward, which he didn’t object to. His mouth was already opening, as he saw the cock head glistening in the darkness, the odd flash of light from the house showing him what a beauty it was. How long it looked from that angle, how damn tasty it looked.

He had immediately put his own hands outward and up onto the muscular thighs. He could feel the skin, feel the muscles beneath curl and tighten up to his touch. Dawson could smell his scent too, as his eyes opened wider, as his head moved in eager to follow the pulling motion of the hands around the side and top of his head. The hairs on the back of his neck were on edge, as he breathed in the musky scent, the aroma of sweat, of testosterone, of Dean.

How his lips had wrapped around the head, easily swallowing the little drop of pre cum that was there, then moving quickly to gobble the huge pole up, to let it fill his mouth and throat. Dawson felt the excitement, just as he had that time, and he glanced out at the service bay. Chip was by the driver’s window, talking to the driver. He reached down, and adjusted his hard dick, as he licked his lips, remembering Dean.

The taste of that cock was much like Chips. The smell had been the same too, the aroma so heavy, so intoxicating as his mouth had swallowed the huge uncut dick. He had smelled it deeply, as his nose had pressed deeply into the soft groin. He had heard Dean grunt a little, just as Chip had that morning.

The way his hips pulled back, taking his cock out, then as his hands held him steady, had pushed back towards him. It was weird, at how he had moved his hips, to make his cock sort of corkscrew around, just as Chip had done. Dawson couldn’t believe how similar they were, except that Dean had been the aggressor, much more than Chip had been. Still, the way he moved, the way he smelled, and damn, when he began to move that cock in and out of Dawson’s mouth, it was just like Chip. His jaw hurt then, just like in the morning, and there was no stopping him either.

Fuck, how he had pounded his face, then pulled out, reaching down to pull his stiff dick up and shove his balls into Dawson’s face, was still one of his most memorable memories of that time. How good they felt crushing into his mouth, how he had instinctively began to lick at them, and then start to suck on each one. How he had moved his hands to rub and caress the upper thighs, to run one hand across that trembling stomach.

Unlike Chip, Dean was more silent. His voice was muted, but then it was probably because of where they were. The guys in the house weren’t what Dawson would call ‘gay friendly’ but then again, he hadn’t thought Dean was. Who knew, but obviously Dean wasn’t going to risk it. Still, the idea of sucking Dean off, all those other’s just a few yards away, had its moments.

The way Dean had moved from side to side, while Dawson licked and sucked at his sac, at the underside of that cock. It was like a natural, but he didn’t think of it then, he was too busy licking, and sucking. Then Dean had pulled back, and in one motion, aimed his cock right at Dawson. He rubbed it back and forth across Dawson’s lips, then he shoved it hard, deep into the mouth.

It had surprised him, as did the way his hands were clenching his shoulders. Fuck that had hurt, as the fingers dug deep into his flesh. Still, the force of the cock pressing in didn’t help his jaw feel any less pain. Man the guy was unhinged, as he shoved it in deep, then began to gyrate and pump.

For a brief instant he had gagged, but the motion didn’t miss a single beat. Dean was deaf to his moans, his gurgling sound, as the thick cock filled his mouth, and then somehow the pain only got worse.

The fingers were trying to crush his bones, or so it felt, as Dean shoved his cock in one more time, hard and all the way. He had gagged, felt like he was choking, as the cock dug deep down into his throat. Then he felt the tremor, the way the cock suddenly began to shudder, to shiver actually. He felt the groin press into his face even more, felt his hands slide down, to grip Dean’s hips.

There was a sort of growl, or deep moan that startled him, but he didn’t have time to think of what it was, as he felt the cock head rear back, and then spring forward. Dawson knew it was about to fill his throat and mouth, and he tried to relax the muscles, to be ready, but as the first load of salty sweet cum began to roar into his throat, he wasn’t ready.

Cum was flowing down his throat, and up it too, filling his mouth. He could feel it against the back of his teeth, as he tried to swallow, as his head tried to jerk back. Dean’s hands suddenly were off his shoulder, clutching at his hair, twisting it as the cum dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. He heard the moan as he quickly tried to swallow, to keep it all inside.

Just when he thought he would pass out from the lack of air, from all the thick cream that was rolling down his throat, filling his mouth, he felt the pressure ease a bit. Dean’s hands were no longer pulling or twisting at his hair, but were limb. The cock in his mouth was still, the odd tremor making it twitch, but he knew it was over.

He had time to swallow, as he heard the hard heavy breathing from above. Opening his eyes he stared up Dean’s body, seeing how it shook, how it trembled as the rolling waves of pleasure continued to wrack Dean’s whole body. How the thighs were quivering, the muscles twitching still, as he leaned back, one hand wrapped tightly around the cock base. He sighed, as he licked at the last drops of cum from the cock head, felt Dean quiver, then he let his hand down.

He looked up, and realized he wasn’t behind any house, that he was at work. Standing in the door was Chip, staring at him with wide open eyes. Dawson knew he couldn’t see his bulging basket, but in looking at Chip, he knew that he knew. He could see it in his eyes, as the guy looked at him, then looked over his shoulder at the empty lanes by the gas pumps.

Turning back to look at Dawson, he just stared, then asked Dawson if he wanted him to go get him a burger or something. Dawson just nodded, and as he watched, he wondered what it was about Chip that had him so friggin horny, even after all the shit from today. As Dawson reached down to push his cock to one side, Chip stopped and turned to him.

‘Should I make more noise on the way back?’

The corner’s of Chips eyes were lifted up, the eyebrows raised, and there also was a bit of curl to his lips, sort of giving him a sort of mischievous look.

‘Better or you might get an eyeful.’

Chip stared at him, then as he began to head off, he turned back with a parting shot.

‘That a promise?’

Graveyard Shift with Dawson (3)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Slowly the silence was becoming a bit much. He lay there, feeling a bit cramped from the position, and yet Chip didn’t seem to notice. His eyes grew a bit dark, as he finally moved, but it wasn’t what Dawson expected. Instead of reaching for him, or something, he reached down and pulled his underwear up over his crotch.

For a second, Dawson thought he saw a flash of disgust, of anger, but he couldn’t be sure, as he moved, to go sit in the only other chair of the room. It was as if suddenly he was with a stranger, as Chip quickly dressed, making a point of zipping up the pants. He barely looked at Dawson, and it felt so odd.

Just moments earlier he had the guy’s dick in his mouth, his cum had been dripping down the corners, and now the guy was acting like he barely knew Dawson. It was a total switch, and he was too tired to try and figure it out. He stood up, and thanked Chip for the coffee, and said he had to be going.

He had thought Chip would say something, to keep him from leaving, but instead seemed relieved that he was going. It didn’t make much sense, as he headed out of the apartment, with Chip several steps behind. It was like he didn’t want to get too close to him, or like maybe he had some disease. If he hadn’t been so tired, he might ask, but fuck it, it wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, he had gotten to suck him off, so it hadn’t been a total waste.

Heading home, he felt slightly pissed off. The more he thought about Chip, about how he had acted, the angrier he got. It wasn’t like he had asked to go up with him, or to have coffee. It wasn’t him that had started to talk about sucking cock either, and hell, the guy did seem to enjoy it, so why the cold shoulder? Okay, sure he was nervous, and maybe he was a closet case, but it didn’t give him the right to be rude afterwards.

He knew he would have to work with him too, as he was scheduled for tonight’s shift, which only made it worse. Dawson didn’t want his sex life to ruin his job, as it was a perfect job for him. The pay was good, the hours were what he wanted, and it did suit his needs, for now. Besides, it did give him time to whack off, when he had the right working partner, which obviously Chip wasn’t working out to be. Still, it was a worry, and he knew he would agonize over it all day, until he got to work.

Then he also knew he’d have to have it out with Chip. If Chip wasn’t into it, fine, but he wanted to make damn sure it stayed between them, wasn’t gossiped about in some twisted way. He had seen those rumours happen, and he did not want to be involved in that type of crap. The job just wasn’t worth it, and given how some of the others were, he really wasn’t up for their crap either, if they found out about him.

Opting to skip classes, he had a nice hot shower, and closed the blinds in his place, shutting out the pale glimmer of sunlight. Turning over, he still couldn’t shake Chip from his thoughts, as he set his alarm clock and tried to get some sleep. It had been a long night, and he had another late shift ahead. Maybe after some zee’s he’d be able to figure out just what really had gone down this morning. He was pretty sure that Chip had wanted it, had more or less asked for it, but he never had said the words.

Had he read him wrong? Had he maybe pushed his own desires onto him, and being his boss, did Chip feel the need to comply? Christ, that was all he needed, some stupid sexual harassment charge. God, he’d be fired in a flash, whether it was true or not, then what would he do? Not like he’d get a reference, and these days, you needed one of those.

Still, he was certain Chip had asked, in his own way. He also didn’t think he’d be the type to go running to the Boss, least not without clearing the air with him, or was he just hoping that was the case? Shit, what did he know about Chip, other than he was damn sexy, and that his cock tasted delicious?

What if he wasn’t 18? Shit, he had assumed he was, simply because he said he was just out of Grade Twelve, but fuck, what if he had been one of those accelerated student? No, no way could Chipper be one of those, the guy sure didn’t exhibit the brains one would assume an accelerated student would have. He had to be 18, and besides, he was a jock. Not like they were noted for brain power, least not the one’s he had ever dealt with.

Still it was a troubling thought, making his sleep rather fitful, so when he heard the ringing, he naturally reached over for his alarm clock. With bleary eyes, he stared at it, not willing to believe it was time to get up, and as his eyes focused, the ringing jolted him, making him lay very still. It was his phone, not the friggin alarm clock, and he quickly grabbed it, mumbling into it.

He couldn’t hear a thing, and repeated his greeting, still getting nothing. At first he thought whoever had called, had hung up, but then his mind cleared enough, and he was certain he could hear someone breathing on the other end.

‘Hello? I can fucking hear you breathing, who is this?’

Still no answer, and he got pissed off. Bad enough to have had to deal with Chip, and now his sleep was ruined by some prankster. Fuck he hated kids, and their idea of a joke, as once more he yelled into the phone. With no reply, he yelled again.

‘Fuck you dip stick’ and hung the phone up. He lay there, panting a bit, realizing he was still on edge. Glancing at the clock, he figured he could still get some rest, before the alarm rang, and turning over, he pummelled his pillow, and laid his head down on it. Just then, the phone rang again, and he cursed, reaching over for it, answering it more calmly.

‘Hello’

He listened, and again he knew he could hear someone there. Yet not a word, nothing, which was really pissing him off. Bad enough the asshole woke him up, now he was just getting him mad, as he yelled at the receiver, telling whoever to fuck off, and slammed the phone down. He then turned off his ringer, figuring screw it. Not like anyone important would call, and if it was, they knew where he lived, or how to get a hold of him later.

Trying to relax, to let the sleep come, he couldn’t help but keep thinking of Chip, and now the phone call. Suddenly he felt wide awake, as the thought came to him that maybe it was Chip calling, that maybe he was phoning to apologize? But if it was him, why the fuck didn’t he speak? Or was he too scared, too ashamed of himself?

Come to think of it, the guy had acted rather nervous, rather like he really was turned off by the thought of enjoying another guy’s touch, or worse, being sucked off by a guy. Something about the morning, how he had looked, made him wonder, if maybe Chip really wasn’t a straight guy, but queer, just not ready to admit it? Course he was no shrink, but then again he had felt that hesitation, that reluctance.

Christ, just what he needed, some closet case stalking him, or worse, hating him for it. There had been that case on one of the talk shows, where a guy had gone nuts because some gay guy had professed his love for him. Man, just what he needed, a nut job after him, and worse, he had to work with him later tonight.

Dawson stared at the phone, and at the alarm clock, thinking. It had to be Chip, but then he rather hoped it wasn’t. If it was, man he’d chew him out tonight. The anger was still there, but then he started to think. If it was Chip, it could get dicey at work. What if he had some of his jock friends come by work? Man, it could get really ugly, and fear was making him chilled.

He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat actually, as he kept thinking about all that could go wrong, all because he had sucked the guy off. Shit, it wasn’t his fault, the guy had wanted it, but then he had said he had only wondered, about some stupid saying. Okay, so he had asked him, and had gotten a nod, but he never spoke the words, never actually said ‘yes suck me off’ or anything like that.

Then there was no shaking the dread he was feeling, about the possible complications for work. He was the supervisor, if he wanted to, he could have Chip fired, so could he have somehow misunderstood Dawson? Could Chip make a case that he was merely nodding, so as to keep his job?

God what a mess, as he threw the sheets off, and headed for his shower. He needed sleep, but no way was he going to get any, thinking of jock boy and this morning. He needed to wake up, to think this thing through, to decide if he was going to even show up for work. Maybe he should call the boss, fake not feeling well or something. Hell, it wasn’t like he had ever really taken any time off before, even when he had felt like crap. The boss wouldn’t tweak to anything, unless Chipper had called him to complain. Course, the boss would be pounding on his door if he had, so as of now, he felt like it was still manageable.

That didn’t mean it would stay that way, as he let the hot water cascade over his tired body. He reached for the soap, and couldn’t help but keep on thinking of Chip. The guy was hot, no denying that, but he sure needed some lessons in manners. Christ, even if he hadn’t liked the blow job, he didn’t have to go all silent, all nasty looking.

The hot steamy water was gradually easing the tension in his body, and his mind. His hand soaped his body up, as he tried to relax, to ignore the fear that was gnawing at him. He really didn’t think it would become a problem, but better prepared than to be caught off guard. Still, Chip didn’t seem like the type to resort to violence, or in running to the boss. Course he could always deny it, make something up that Chip came on to him, to get a better recommendation or something like that.

He shook his head, letting the water do its job. No sense in spending more time worrying, as he felt the water spray against his chest, felt it sting a bit, as he turned the hot water up more. Dawson let the spray beat against his body, striking it until his mind ignored everything else, but the tiny darts of heat that soaked into his body. The tiredness seemed to go away, as he let his body just soak, desperately pushing aside the fears, the worries.

Once he got to work, he’d know the score. If t