I went to my shift duties list and started grinding my way through it, wondering if I’d be making love to girls or a boy. I was cool either way it went. I wonder if one of the girls would let me buttfuck her.

Time dragged by. Customers came and went. As it got deeper into evening, people were coming in, buzzed, to buy more beer.

At 9:45 Franky pulled up in his brown Dodge Charger; a beat up car with a big block 383 in it that he bought for a hundred bucks. He was inordinately proud of it.

As Franky was getting out of his car I saw him greet someone walking up the patio. It turned out to be Derek. That was frustrating. He knew I didn’t get off until 11 and he SHOULD have known there would be no more backroom shenanigans. I just hoped he wouldn’t get all doe eyed on me.

I was determined not to let that happen. The one hour overlap from 10 to 11 was when I finished all my swing shift duties.

The cooler was getting low so I would start there. At least if I was out of sight he couldn’t drool over me.

Franky and Derek came through the door together. They were talking about a basketball game that they’d watched. Oh yeah, I forgot that Derek had other interests besides getting his ass pounded. I wasn’t interested in sports. I waited for Franky to clock in then told them both that I was heading to the cooler. They nodded and kept on talking about baskets and balls.

I grabbed my jacket and stepped into the cooler. It was cool and dark; my kind of place. I tried to stock it when it was slow but it was a pain to come out and take my coat off, then put it back on when I went back in.



I started at the opposite end with the dairy products, then moved my way down to the juices and teas, then soda and lastly beer and wine coolers.

As I finished stocking the tea I heard the cooler door open. I sighed.

“Dude,” I said, “You’re gonna get us both caught!”

“I told Franky I was gonna scare you,” he said,

“This is scaring me,” I said.

Derek ran up, threw his arms around me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I knew no one could see us, so I let it happen. He rubbed my dick and I massaged his ass.

“I want you to fuck me,” Derek said.

I blushed. Saying it out loud made it real. A guy just said to me, ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Now there was no doubt. It gave me a boner with butterflies.

“Okay,” I said. “You need to go away. I can’t walk around with a hardon. Leave so I can deflate. Come back at 11.”

Derek reluctantly went away. I watched him say goodbye to Franky and heard the buzzer as he went out the door. I thought he might be pissed off and not wait till eleven when I got off. I was almost hoping he would stay away. Fucking a boy still freaked me out, though I was interested in knowing what it was like.

I finished stocking the cooler and went behind the counter. Franky was sweeping the floors in preparation to mop. He loved to mop. He did it several times during the night.

Franky said, “No little girls rubbing their twats in your face tonight?”

Hm. That question, asked that way, made me wonder if Derek had confided his wishes to him.