I wake up with a pounding headache. It takes me a minute to figure out where I am. I'm in a large bed with the bed sheets twisted around me. My clothes are... on the floor. I'm alone in the room, but I hear humming from somewhere outside of the doorway. I stand, putting on my underwear and curiously peeking my head around the door frame. Mel Hart is standing over the burners, holding a sizzling frying pan, and he ain't wearing anything. I haven't really spent a great deal of time appreciating the male ass, but I do for a minute or too, before entering, somewhat shy. I don't remember anything that happened last night. I know the headache is from the beer, but my butt is kinda sore.

I can put two and two together. I had sex with Mel. Damn it, my first time and I don't even have the memory of that!

Mel smiles at me. I blush, because he's really cute when he smiles. He leans over and kisses me. He's cooking eggs, and they smell heavenly.

"Morning," he says. "Have a seat at the table. Breakfast is almost ready."

"Thanks," I obey quietly, watching him. His apartment is small, but clean, and comfortable. And the view is decent from where I'm sitting. Mel is a tall man, not overly muscular, build kind of like me. I mean, I have muscle, just not overly bulging like Jason. Mel has a nice body. His skin is tan and his chest has a bit of hair on it, the sexy kind, I think. He has a nice face. That's my favorite part. He sets a plate in front of me and sits next to me, and we both scarf it down. He sets a pitcher of orange juice on the table, too, and I have three glasses.

"I gotta go to work soon," I mention with my mouth full. Mamma always taught me better. But maybe its out of rebellion that I always do the opposite of her teachings when she ain't there to critique.

"You left your car at the bar. I'll drop you off," he says.

"Thank you. Do you, um, work?"

He looks down. I think I hit a sore spot. I open my mouth to start backpedaling, but he speaks first. "I got fired from my last job, for being a... were. Guess the gay thing didn't help, either. But I just got hired recently, again. At a car garage."

I nod. "That's good."

"Yeah, I think so," he smiles. "Do you enjoy the road crew job?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. I want to save up and move out of my parents house. It gets kind of crowded."

"I can imagine that," he nods, "What kind of place you lookin' for?"

"Something cheap," I blush, "And close to work and the bar."

He nods, reaching over and taking my hand, "If you want to, until you find a place, you could stay here. I'm always in to having some company."

"Really?" My eyebrows raise.

"Really. I mean, I'm alone here, so I would actually enjoy someone to spend time with, especially you."

I looked down at the table. "Why me?"

"What happened to us being similar?" he asks.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised that someone like you-"

"Something like me?"

I started talking quickly, nervously. "Someone older, wiser, smarter and... cuter, would want someone like me..."

He laughs. "First of all, I ain't really older. It just seems so because I have an apartment and more independence then you. Secondly, neither of us were that smart, being friends with Jason, but now I think we're getting smarter, being with each-other. Third, I don't know what the fuck you see when you look in the mirror, boy, but it sure ain't ugly."

I have nothing to say, but Mel doesn't really give me a chance anyway. He grabs me and yanks me into his lap, kissing me and running his hands down my back and into my underwear, grabbing my butt. We're both hard, and he picks me up and carries me to the bed. We spend the next three hours there.

I guess I'll miss work today.