Jocko's A Prequel to StrippEdd
Chapter 1
Downward Spiral
A large burly man came sneaking out of the bushes near the park's entrance. He had been doing this same thing for the past year nearly every Saturday night was spent wandering in the bushes near the park. When he cleared the bushes he looked carefully around the parking lot and noticed a few cars and a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the parking lot but thankfully there was no one in the area. He grinned to himself and thought how thankful he was that no one he knew had yet seen him leaving this area on the weekends.
He thought of how throughout high school he had been this huge closet case afraid that someone would find out about him. He had even portrayed himself as homophobic. How he had harassed anyone that even seemed remotely seemed gay. He remembered there was this one dork, a cute little fellow that never harmed anyone and mostly kept to himself and he was really smart too. One day he had seen the dork talking to the captain of their team and the captain had been smiling ear to ear. For some reason, he didn't like that and decided to scare the dork away from his friend and fellow athlete.
For years the captain had been dating the head cheerleader but had recently broken it off with her. Thomas secretly wanted to get with the redheaded jock but he didn't want anyone to find out about his liking of boys. He had to be straight every man in his family was and would look down upon him being anything else but straight.
That was up until about six months ago, but now his urges and needs had gotten the better of him and caused him to face his reality. He was gay he had even started outting himself to people and didn't care who found out about his sexuality. He just didn't want anyone to know his penchant for anonymous sex. He remembers the day that the captain had come out to the team. He had told them that he didn't give a fuck about their opinions. He was still the same guy he was before he started liking his dork and would and could still kick their asses if they so much as breathed wrong in the dork's area.
After that Thomas had looked at himself. If Kevin Barr could be gay why couldn't he? He and a friend of his had been having a bromance since there were thirteen years old. They still got together once in a while but Jason was now dating some girl named Annette and didn't have much time for Thomas. Kevin had seemed so happy after he got with the dork. They had been almost joined at the hip only parting to go to their classes but always together at breaks and lunch. They came to school together and left together except on days when the redhead had practice or the dork had clubs. He had watched them and it made him want a dork of his own. None of the gay kids at school had wanted anything to do with him because of his earlier behavior so here he was finding sex in the bushes.
He walked over to his car and looked around the parking area again. The motorcycle caught his eye. It looked awfully familiar. He walked over and looked at the black and red flamed gas tank and saw the initials K+DD hidden in one of the flames. He looked around wondering what the bike was doing parked here. Was Kevin getting tired of his dork and seeking something in the bushes. If he was Thomas would be glad and more than eager to oblige him. The guy was gorgeous and from what he could remember from the locker room was hung like a horse. He looked around and then at his phone to check the time. It was nearing 3:30 am. He went and sat in his car and waited a little while longer. He watched as several men slipped out of the bushes and went to their respective cars and drove away. Soon the only vehicles left there were his and the motorcycle. He heard footsteps on the gravel walkway of the park and looked in that direction. At that moment the redhead came stumbling from the entrance way of the park and wobbled over to his bike. He never noticed Thomas standing over by his car as he staggered over to his bike and lifted a bottle to his lips. "Fuck!" he said as he tried to take a drink from the empty bottle. He reached into the saddlebag on the side of the bike and took out another bottle and put the empty inside. He cracked it open and took a long drought from the bottle and then turned and staggered back into the park.
Thomas wondered what the Jock was doing in the park drunk at this time of night so he followed him into the park. He saw the redhead walk over to a table and sit down on top of it. There was a fine view overlooking the town of Peach Creek. Even though Kevin seemed to be looking at the view he didn't seem interested in it. The boy then got off the table and sat on the bench leaning his head down on the table and started pounding his fist on the tabletop. Thomas walked a bit closer and he could hear sobbing. "What? Kevin Barr crying. He had never known of the boy showing that kind of emotion. What could be the matter? He walked over and placed a large hand on the back of the redhead.
Kevin looked up at him with bloodshot bleary emerald eyes and said, "Go the fuck away Thomas! I ain't got time for your shit."
"What? No, it ain't like that Kevin, What's wrong? Why are you here drinking and crying in the park? Shouldn't you be home smooching on your dork or something?"
"I fucked it all up if you must know. I've lost my dork! He will never want to see me ever again after what I did. I struck him." Here Kevin raised a bloody fist and shook it at Thomas. Then he fell back to pounding on the table again.
"Oh c' mon Kevin, You know the guy loves you. You can do no wrong in his eyes. Just wait until you sober up and go apologize he will forgive you I'm sure."
"I can't do that, he will be leaving in the morning for Harvard. I told him he better be on that plane or I would beat his ass. I've lost him. I want him to live his dream and be what he has always wanted to be."
Kevin took another long drink from the bottle and looked at the big guy standing near him. "What the fuck you hanging around for Thomas? You wanna take your chance and beat up a fag, well go ahead now might be your chance to beat me up. I don't give a fuck but I could probably still kick your ass even if I am drunk."
"Nah, Kevin it ain't like that man. Mind if I sit, I gotta story to tell you."
Kevin waved a hand towards the bench inviting Thomas to sit. Thomas swallowed the lump in his throat. "Mind if I get a sip from your bottle?"
The redhead passed the bottle and the big man took a large sip and felt the whiskey burn the back of his throat. "Ah," he said, "That's the good shit. After you came out and started dating the dork and made it seem cool to be gay. It made me realize that that was what I wanted all along. Even though I never came out at school I am now."
Kevin looked at the man through his tears and said, "Nice for you dude, but I really don't give a fuck."
'What I am trying to do is say thank you for making me face myself. You need a shoulder to cry on I'm here, or I can just sit here and keep you company." The boys sat there for a while and passed the bottle between them. Thomas noticed a half-smoked pack of cigarettes laying on the table as the redhead took one out of the pack and lit one up.
"I thought you had given those up."
"Nah, I just don't smoke around Double Dee, he doesn't like smoking so I don't do it around him."
Thomas looked at his phone it was nearing 4:30 am. It was a good thing he had tomorrow off. He heard a thunk and looked over and saw that Kevin had passed out on the table. He looked at the bottle and saw there wasn't much left in it so he finished it off then stood up and tossed the redhead over his shoulder and carried him to his car. After placing Kevin into the late seventies Chevrolet Camaro he looked over at the bike. Now, what am I gonna do about that? He grabbed his phone and pulled up his contacts list, he then scrolled down and hit a number and waited for an answer.
A sleepy voice answered, "What the fuck Thomas, that piece of shit car broke down again?"
Nah, man I need a favor though, bring your truck and come to the park. I need you to haul something to my house."
"What dude, you done killed some little faggot with your big ass and need me to haul off the body?" Joked the boy on the other end of the line.
"Just get your ass over here, I'll explain when you get here." Thomas hung up before the boy could answer, but he knew his best friend would come anyway. About ten minutes later an old rattletrap Ford came careening into the parking lot. It pulled up beside the Camaro and a tall blonde haired man jumped from the driver-side door. "What's up, man?"
"I need to haul that to my house," Thomas said as he pointed towards the motorcycle.
"That's Kevin Barr's bike, you ain't stealing his bike are ya? He'll kill us both if we do that. You know he loves that thing more than anything else in his life except for the dork."
"We ain't stealing it, he's coming along as well." Thomas then pointed at the sleeping man in his car."
"Damn, you hooked up with him tonight."
"No, he was drinking in the park and then passed out. From what I gather he and Eddward argued and split up."
"That's gotta be tough, I know me and Annette are having a hard time of it right now."
The boys walked over and pushed the bike to the back of Jason's truck and put it in the back of the pick-up. Jason looked at his big friend and said, "You still strong as a bull Thomas."
"It's from all that weight training that Kevin made us do in high school," grinned Thomas. "Come on let's get out of here."
About twenty minutes later they unloaded the bike and pushed it into Thomas' apartment. They then brought Kevin in and lay him on the couch. Thomas then grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him into the bedroom where he gave him a long kiss on the lips. "I've missed you, man, you never come to see me anymore since you got with Annette.."
"I've missed you too, but you know I gotta produce for Annette or she gets on one of her jealous rages and claims I'm fucking around on her. That's what our latest big row has been about. The last few times I haven't been able to get up for her and she's pissed."
Thomas had run his hand down the front of Jason's pants and felt him starting to stir. "Don't seem to me you have a problem." He grinned as he kissed the other jock. He pushed Jason down on the bed and started to undo the button and zipper of his trousers. When Thomas pulled down the pants his hardened member popped free. "Seems to be in fine working order to me." Jason groaned as Thomas took him all the way into his mouth and then started to bob up and down swirling his tongue around the shaft as he went. It wasn't long before Jason was a quivering heap on the bed. He groaned "Thomas!" as he unloaded into that hot mouth that was giving him such pleasure.
After the man on the bed had ridden out his orgasm he stood up and removed his pants and then lay back down on the bed. He reached over and undid the button on Thomas' jeans and unzipped him and pushed his pants down. "Take me, Thomas, fuck me good. It's been so long maybe if I get it out of my system I can start producing for Annette again."
Thomas reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out some lube and a condom. He stroked himself a few times to get hard and placed the condom on his dick. He then leaned in and rubbed some lube on Jason's hole. He looked at the pleading eyes of the blonde, "You sure man, last time you went off on how you aren't gay."
"I'm not gay, just hurry up and fuck me, man. You're the only one I do this fag shit with anyway."
"Because it's you, Jason, I'm gonna let that fag word slide." He then pushed the man's legs up and placed them on his shoulders and pressed into him. He was soon balls deep into the blonde who groaned beneath him. "Oh yes, fuck me, Thomas, make me your little bitch."
Thomas purposely made it a bit rough on the blonde under him because of the words he had spoken earlier. Jason was soon begging him to go harder, deeper, and faster. Thomas grinned to himself as he worked away on that ass. If only Jason would be his, he would be so happy. But the guy had it in his head that he was straight even though he could not produce a hard-on for his woman. After a while of intense pounding, Jason came again which was soon followed by Thomas shooting his load inside of the blonde.
After they both had calmed down, Thomas rolled off of the blonde and pulled him closer. "Stay awhile Jason. It's Sunday and I know you don't have to work tomorrow. In the morning we will get more of Kevin's story. Good nite babe."
Jason smiled and leaned in and kissed Thomas a long lingering kiss. "I believe I will," and lay his head down next to the big burly guy and was soon asleep.
When Jason woke up the next morning he reached over and felt the other side of the bed, no one was there. He knew someone was supposed to be there. He opened his eyes and looked around and saw that he was in Thomas' apartment. Oh, no, not again. He thought to himself. He couldn't be angry with his friend after all they had been doing this since they were both thirteen years old and had experimented with each other. It was after all that had kept them friends for all these years. Jason soon got up he could smell coffee in the other room. He pulled on his pants and wandered into the kitchen of the apartment. Thomas was sitting at the bar drinking a cup of coffee when he saw the blonde he poured another cup and handed it to him.
"Oh, fuck, my head," groaned the redhead from the couch.
Thomas got up and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of aspirin and went over and placed them in Kevin's hand. "Here take this it will help and don't worry I won't tell a soul about what you told me last night."
Kevin opened his eyes. It was a good thing Thomas he kept the lights off and the curtains closed. It was sort of dark in the living room so the light didn't blast through Kevin's head like a load of dynamite. "Thomas? Where the fuck am I dude?"
"You're at my place, just sleep as long as you need to, your bike is here right beside you so no need to worry about that. Jason helped me bring it over."
Kevin groaned again and lay his head in his hands. "I fucked up man, I fucked up bad." he lifted his head and looked at his knuckles there were cuts and blood there. Jason brought over a damp paper towel and handed it to the redhead. The emerald eyes glared at him daring him to say something. The blonde just walked back over to the counter and began to sip his coffee again. He soon drifted off into his thoughts and left the other two men to talk.
"Kevin, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, and as I said last night I'm a willing ear as well." The redhead had looked up at Jason and then back at Thomas. "Oh, don't worry about Jason telling anyone. I know a few of his secrets and if he blabs I will tell the world about him."
"Dee and I were fighting over him going to Harvard. I wanted him to go and live his dream of being an astrophysicist. I want what is best for him. If I get left in the dust so be it. I want him to be happy after he gets his degree then we can work on us. He said no he was staying here and going to Peach Creek University. We argued all day yesterday and most of last night till I had enough. I couldn't take it anymore and punched him. Oh, god, what have I done? He will never forgive me. I told him I would never let anyone hit him ever again and now look at what I've done. I fucked up. I'm such a loser." The redhead then lay his head back into his hands.
Thomas looked at the ginger and placed an arm around his shoulder. "c' mon dude pull yourself together. Call him or something."
"I can't I told him he better be on that plane or I would kill him. I want him to go and live his dream. He hates this place and wants to get far away from here. After he gets his degree and finds a spot in his field then I will go and see if he still wants me but not until then."
"I gotta go out for a little while, so just relax. Come along Jason, I'm sure you need to get back to Annette and try to patch things up." Thomas then pulled Jason out the door closing it behind them. After the door had closed Thomas said, "call me later babe and let me know how things go, You are always welcome here. I wish we could be together, but I understand. I love you very much."
Jason looked at Thomas and then silently turned away. He wanted so much to tell Thomas that he loved him as well but was afraid to. If only he had Kevin's nerve and strength. He then jumped into his truck and drove away. Thomas soon followed him out of the parking area although he had nowhere to go he just wanted to give Kevin a little time for himself.
When he came back a few hours later he noticed an empty liquor bottle on his coffee table and the redhead was again asleep on his couch. He walked over and shook the boy, "Hey man, you alright."
"Yeah," Kevin mumbled.
"You been drinking again?"
"Yup, it's the only way I can dull the pain. I tried calling Dee but his phone is off. I don't know what to do."
Thomas got up from the couch and went into his bedroom. Later when he came back out he saw Kevin sitting on the edge of the couch with his head in his hands. "Hey dude, you need to each something or you're gonna make yourself sick. There's food in the fridge. I made lasagna last night so there's plenty of leftovers help yourself. I'm gonna go out for a little while. I will be back later."
Around midnight he came back into the room and saw Kevin drinking a beer. "Hey man, you ok now?"
"I ran out of whiskey, I hope you don't mind I help myself to a few beers. I'll get you another case tomorrow."
Thomas walked over and sat down on the couch next to Kevin and turned towards him. He placed his hand on the redhead's thigh and started making circling motions. "How about I make you feel better dude. I give good head."
"Get the fuck off me, Thomas, It's not that a BJ doesn't sound good but, I am a one-man, man. I only want my dork. I'm only gay for him. I don't know any "other way to explain it. He is the only man I want to be with. Maybe in time, I will find someone else but he is the only one I want sexually."
"It's cool dude, I understand and I'm sorry about hitting on you. But, you are one hot guy so you really can't blame me for trying."
"We cool dude, Thanks for letting me crash on your sofa, I'll get out of your hair in the morning. I'll go home and be miserable there. My parents have gone to Florida so I got the house to myself. Dee's parents are never home so I got his house to be miserable in as well."
"Try to lay off the booze Kevin, that shit ain't good for you, especially in your condition. It may dull the pain but it won't cure it. Only time does that. Remember if you ever need someone to talk I'm here. Here's my number call me if you need to. Or call that green-haired freak you call your best friend. I'm sure he has some good advice, or he will say something stupid that will cheer you up."
"He's on an around the world trip for his graduation and won't be back for a while. I miss his bullshit for sure. Thanks again for letting crash here and not leaving me or my baby in the park."
The next morning Thomas watched Kevin as he pushed his bike out the front door. "Be careful dude, you still got a lot of alcohol in your system."
"I got this dude, It ain't like it's the first time I've driven drunk. Plus it ain't that far to my house. Damn, where're my cigarettes." He opened one of the saddlebags and took out a pack and lit one up. "Guess I can smoke all I want to now, Dee ain't here to bitch." Thomas noticed that when Kevin said that there was a quiver in his voice and a tear rolled down his chin. He put on his helmet jumped on his bike and took off. Thomas smiled when he saw Kevin put on his helmet before he got with the dork he never really worried about wearing the thing. He watched Kevin leave the parking lot and the jumped in his car to follow him to the cul-de-sac. When the redhead turned into his street and pulled up in his driveway Thomas then sped off to his job.
Kevin then walked into his home and went up the stairs to his bedroom. He flopped onto his bed and looked around the room. There' were pictures everywhere of him and Double Dee. In all of them, Dee was smiling that gaped tooth smile that set his heart on fire. That smile is what had undone him all those years ago and what had caused him to fall in love with his dork. He rolled over so that he didn't have to look at the pictures. It wasn't long before loneliness set in. He had never felt this way in his room before. He got up and went down to the living room and raided the liquor cabinet. He looked at the bottle in his hand. One-shot to dull the loneliness. A half of the fifth later he was sitting on the front steps of his house looking across the street at the dork's house. All the curtains were closed so he couldn't tell if anyone was home or not.
He grabbed his keys and ran across the street, or as close to a run as anyone that had been drinking as much as he had could. He got to the door panting and trying to hold down nausea that was trying to overcome him. He unlocked the door and went in. He took off his shoes out of habit and placed them by the door. He quietly called out "Dee?" but no one answered him. He climbed the stairs and went into the dork's bedroom. He looked around, some of the books were gone and most of the clothes. Even Jim the cactus was gone. The dork must have gotten on the plane as he was supposed to. Kevin lay on the dork's bed and let the tears flow. After he was cried out and there was nothing left but dry sobs he heard someone talking out in the cul-de-sac. He got up and went over to the window being careful not to move the curtains, he peeked out and saw Eddy and Ed talking in Eddy's driveway.
"Ed, I oughta go over and kick shovel chin's ass up around his ears for what he did to Double Dee."
"But Eddy, he made Double Dee go to the college he always wanted to go too. So that makes it gravy. You said you'd kick his ass if he held Double Dee back, now you wanna kick his ass for making him go. Make up your mind."
"He made Double Dee cry and for that, I should kick his ass up around his ears."
"Eddy everyone cries when they are being separated from someone they love. You even had a tear on your cheek earlier as he boarded the plane."
"I wasn't crying that was allergies. I had a reaction to something at the airport."
"Sure Eddy. I guess I had the same allergy but I was allergic to Double Dee leaving. My toast feels buttered wrong with him gone. I will miss him and I am sure you and Kevin will miss him as well."
The boys parted ways going each to their respective homes and going inside. Kevin looked around him at the empty room. He was glad Dee was following his dream but he felt as if he were dying on the inside. How was he to live when his life's meaning was gone. For the past few years, Dee had brought meaning and stability into his life now that was gone. What was he to do? He went and lay back on Edd's bed and pulled the blanket over himself and fell asleep. When he woke up hours later he could tell that it was dark outside. He slowly walked down the stairs and out the door of the house. As he neared his front door he saw someone sitting there.
The shorter man jumped up and ran over and socked him in his nose. Kevin flinched but didn't make an effort to strike back or even protect himself. "I guess I deserved that Dorko, so do your damnedest I won't even try to defend myself."
"You asshole, that was for making Double Dee cry."
"I deserve that and more for hitting him. I'm so sorry, so sorry do you hear me. So get busy with the ass-kicking I know you want so very much to give me."
"Nah, I'm not going to kick your ass for hitting him, because you never hit him in the first place. You hit the wall instead. He told me that at the last moment you pulled the punch and busted the wall. Even when he got on the plane he was still defending you. I see you are hurting yourself worse than anything I could do." After saying this Eddy started to walk towards his own home and then stopped and turned around and said, "Kevin." When the redhead turned around and looked at the shorter guy all he said was "Thanks! I never thought you would do the right thing, I figured you would hold him back. But I can see you really love him, So we will just have to hold on for a few years and then go get him, tiger." Eddy then turned and went into his own home.
Kevin just looked after the boy. He couldn't think his mind was all muddled. He ran into his house and grabbed the bottle and took another shot of whiskey to dull the pain. He went up to his room taking the bottle with him. There on his desk was a letter from one of the colleges that had offered him a scholarship. He had felt so proud when he received the letter but now he felt nothing. He didn't care, he didn't care about schooling that much anyway. Maybe in a day or two after he had gotten used to the pain in his heart, he would think about going for tryouts. He grabbed the bottle and took another shot. Then he lay down on his bed placing the bottle on his nightstand. He groaned to himself, "I love you Dee, please don't be mad with me." He heard in the back of his mind a voice that sounded so much like the dork. "It's don't be angry with me Kevin." More tears welled up in his eyes and he rolled over to try to get to sleep but sleep wouldn't come so he kept sipping from the bottle until he finally passed out.
The next morning he woke up with his head on fire. It felt like a dozen jackhammers were pounding inside his skull. He sat up and took another shot from the bottle. It was nearly empty. He knew that he couldn't keep drinking as he was or he would poison himself with too much alcohol but he knew that he needed it to get through the day. He figured that he would just take enough to dull the pain and help him get through.
The next day was tryouts for the football team at his college so he loaded up and went to Peach Creek University for tryouts. It was explained to him that he was on probation and that he needed to keep his grades up to a certain GPA or he could lose his scholarship and be kicked off the team. When midterms came around he failed every test but couldn't find the energy to care. He walked over to the Alethic Department and resigned from the team. Then he got on his bike and went home. He knew he could make passing grades. Double Dee had worked so hard to instill that in him but he just didn't care all he wanted was his bottle.
His parents blew a gasket when they found out that he had quit the team and quit college all in the same day. They asked him what he was going to do now. Get a job was all he said and hung up the phone. They had decided to retire to Florida and told him the house was his. They would continue to pay the bills until the end of the year. That would give him time to find a job and get on his feet to pay his own bills.
He went home and hit the bottle pretty hard for a few days. Then one day just to get out of the house he decided to go downtown to a coffee shop that he and Edd had frequented. He walked in the door and ordered a coffee strong and black. He walked over to the window and sat at a table there looking out on the street. He noticed that there was a tiny garage where an elderly man was working on a car in the door of the shop. He got up and walked over. "Hey, you need any help?"
"I'm not hiring, in fact, I may be closing shop in a few days. I'm getting too old for this shit. But if you will give me a hand with this car, I'll give you a few days of work anyways. Know much about mechanics boy?"
"Yes sir, I restored that '59 Pan-head sitting over there. Did all the work myself. I also rebuilt a 68 Mercury Cougar and a 95 Mustang. The Mustang is my daily driver when it's cold or rainy outside. Now let's have a look. What's seems to be the matter with her?"
"Don't know, It has a mystery ailment."
"What code is it throwing?"
"None."
"Hmm, sounds like a bad fuse-able link or a pinched wire to me."
"If you can get this thing running, I'll give you the job and maybe even keep the shop open for a while longer. I've been fooling with this thing for a month and nothing."
After a couple of hours, Kevin came walking into the office grinning from ear to ear. "Looks like I have a job after all."
"What?"
"She's running sir, it was a bad connection on the ignition pick-up. I spliced in a new one and she fired right up."
Kevin worked along happily for the rest of the day. There were a few other cars in the garage to keep him busy. The old man came over to him at closing time with some papers in his hand. "Fill these out for me and I will start your pay from today." After Kevin had filled out the paperwork the old man glanced down at the name and then looked up at the redhead.
"Weren't you the quarterback at Peach Creek High School? Shouldn't you be off somewhere at a college playing football?"
"Yup, I played for Peach Creek but college isn't my thing. I don't like being cooped up in class all day studying dry facts. I like working with my hands and fixing things. So as long as you will have me I'll be glad to help out around here."
The old man lifted his coffee cup and saluted Kevin, "Here's to my new employee. Save your money up, boy and when I retire I will sell you this dump cheap."
Kevin pulled a flask out of his back pocket and took a sip from it. The old man watched him for a moment and then said, "I noticed you been sipping from that thing from time to time today. I hope it won't get in the way of your working."
"It's just to help me through a bad spell. I had a break up with the love of my life awhile back and need a bit of pick me up now and then."
"Well that shit ain't good for you boy, but if you don't let it get in the way of you doing your job I will overlook it for now. I know how it is to lose someone you love very much. When my Doris died it nearly killed me. I took to the bottle for a while but realized that I was about to lose everything that we had worked for. I couldn't do that. Doris would never forgive me for losing everything that we had worked so hard to gain in life."
"Doris' Place isn't that the bar next door?"
"Yup, we built all this from scratch when we came here this was just an empty lot. So I built the garage because I was a mechanic and then added the place next door. The buildings are connected through the office so that we could visit while we worked. If I sell the place it will all have to go as one unit. So if you need a little pick me up as you called it from time to time just slip through the office and tell Stan I sent you. Just don't let it get to interfere with your work. Got me."
"Yes sir, I'll do my best to do a good job and make you proud of me and keep us going. You can take it easy and just work on something when you feel like it."
"That's a great idea boy, We will work it that way for a while. Oh yeah, I better warn you since Stan took over the bar after Doris died it became a gay bar. I hope that doesn't bother you."
Kevin laughed, "I'm not gay, but for some reason, my boyfriend thinks I am."
The old man laughed, "Looking at you I hope you won't be having too many boyfriends coming in to distract you."
"No sir my only boyfriend has gone away to college and I don't want anyone else but him."
"That the breakup you were talking about?"
"Yessir, it was. I love my dork so much. By the way sir, what should I call you?"
"Jock will do, I've been called that most of my life. My mother couldn't say Jack she pronounced it Jock so Jock I became."
Kevin laughed, "A jock working for a Jock sounds kinda cool to me. See you in the morning, sir."
"See ya in the morning kid, just beat on the van when you get here."
"You live in that van, sir."
"Yup, the house was so lonely after Doris died that I rented it out and just sleep here in the garage."
For the rest of the week, Kevin showed up early every morning bringing a cup of coffee to Jock and sending him off to the local cafe to have breakfast. While he was gone Kevin would tidy up the shop and get things rolling for the day.
Finally when Saturday rolled around the old man announced that since they were caught up on work that Kevin could knock off at noon and have a few hours rest. He handed Kevin his paycheck. When the boy noticed that it was for a full week he turned to the old man and said, "Sir, I think you've made a mistake. I only started Wednesday morning."
"Nope, you've done such a great job and got us caught up, I figured it was the least I could do. Now get, go have some fun somewhere and leave an old man alone with his memories." The old man said as he pulled down the garage door.
Kevin noticed that the bank on the check was a nearby branch of the same bank he had his savings account and a small checking account at. He smiled and walked happily over the back. He walked in and grabbed a deposit slip and made it out. He deposited the whole amount only keeping about fifty dollars to get by on for the weekend. After finishing at the bank he walked back over to his bike but happened to look up at Doris' place. He thought to himself, why not, no one will know me there and I need a pick me up anyway.
He walked in the front door and greeted Stan. The man grinned at him and said, "What'll it be handsome? You start coming in here on the weekend and business might pick up around here."
Kevin grinned, he knew he was handsome, a lot of girls in high school had told him so. His dork had told him that as well so he knew he looked good, He didn't let his good looks make him conceited tho. It was just a fact of life. He walked over to a stool and sat down. "No clue, Stan just fix me something."
"How about a Tom Collins, they're my specialty.."
"Sounds good to me." Kevin then looked around. There were several younger guys huddled around the pool table talking among themselves. He let his eyes wander around the room at a table near the back was a rather obese older man with a scrawny younger guy. The younger guy was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes that showed most of his ass. The older man had his hand down the front of the younger man's pants. The younger man whispered something into the older man's ear. Then they both stood up and walked towards the men's room at the back of the bar.
He shook his head and turned back to face the bar when a hand was clapped on his shoulder. He jumped at the touch and turned around it was one of the guys that had been standing next to the pool table. The guy's face was covered in acne and he had dark circles around his eyes. It looked as if he hadn't slept in a week. "Hey Dude, whatcha up too?"
"Just having a drink or two. What's it to ya?"
"Nothing, just curious, You buyin or sellin?"
"Huh? I don't do drugs."
"Not what I meant, but thanks for the info anyway. You buyin ass or sellin dick?"
"Do what?"
The guy looked at him strangely. Then said, "This is a hustler bar, you here to buy sex or are you selling sex? If you selling we don't like competition. Ain't enough customers around here for any new trade to be moving in if you thinking about sellin your ass or dick."
"I'm just here to drink dude," Kevin retorted.
"Too bad, I think I'd let you fuck me for free. You are such a hot number. With those looks, you could make a mint selling dick, but I'm sorta glad you ain't cause that would put us out of business. You'd take all the trade around here. Although if I could talk Stan into doing a strip show I wouldn't mind you being in that. Sure, bring in the patrons with that fine ass body of yours. What's your name cutie?"
At the moment Air Supply was playing on the jukebox and it gave Kevin an idea. He didn't want this person to know his real name so he made up one on the spot. "Al Lottaluv, I'm new around these parts."
In the back of his mind, he knew he could use the extra cash so if they put on a show he could dance, but would he want to take part in a strip show. He had a great toned body from all the sports at school. Although in the past few months he had been slacking in his exercise regimen. But he still had a great body. "Well if you can get a show together let me know and I will think about it.
"Brian, my name is Brian. Let me talk to Stan if he agrees we will put on a show tonight and you can see how it's done. Then next weekend you can take part in the show. The boy ran over to Stan and whispered in his ear. The man looked at Kevin hungrily and nodded his head. Brian came back over to Kevin and nodded. "Show's on, We'll dance tonight. Stan says if you can draw customers next weekend he may make it a regular thing besides the drag show. Get ya a "g" string and some dancewear and be ready for Friday night. Might wanna practice some routines as well."
Kevin smiled to himself, he had the gear and knew how to dance provocatively he had done it plenty of times for his dork. Dee loved it when he would strip for him and Kevin loved the attention. After a while, a few more patrons drifted in and the boys took their turn on the bar. They weren't bad dancers but the redhead knew he could outdo any of them in looks and moves.
Stan walked over with a camera and asked, "Mind if I take a picture or two for the poster to draw in a crowd for next weekend?"
"No face, I'm sorta known around here and I don't want the wrong people to find out about this."
"Not a problem, but you're so handsome your face along will captivate every queen with a dollar to her name and make them come in here for the show."
Kevin stood up and unzipped his coverall down to his crotch making sure nothing but pubes was showing. Fortunately, he hadn't worn a shirt under his coveralls today and he usually went commando. He wasn't shy about his body and didn't mind showing it off.
"Turn around dude just like you are and show these guys what to expect next weekend. Kevin took a swallow of his drink and turned around opening the top of his coveralls to show off his wonderful chest. He heard some gasp from the onlooking customer.
He turned around to face Stan again, "I think word of mouth is gonna help the show. Now bring me another drink."
By the time Kevin left the bar, he could barely stand up, let along ride his motorcycle home. Luck was with him and he made it back to the cul-de-sac and staggered into his house and sat on his couch. He looked at the calendar and saw that it had been three months from the day that Dee had left. He hadn't called or even texted and when Kevin had checked his Facebook account the dork had disappeared from his contacts. So the dork had blocked him. He sat staring at the screen for a few moments the grabbed a bottle and went up to his bedroom. He flopped on the bed and pulled a picture of Dee from under his pillow. Tears welled up in the emerald green eyes and he cried himself to sleep.