of the other guys stood off to the side chatting in Spanish. It made Kevin feel even more alone. They didn’t exclude him on purpose. It was his fault for never learning Spanish. He’d taken it back in high school, but hadn’t paid a bit of attention. The only reason he’d even gotten a Cgrade in the class was because he’d charmed the teacher.
He should have made his last lover teach him some stuff. Raphael . Yeah, right. His name had really been Louis, but he’d renamed himself Raphael. Kevin snorted. Anyway, if the man had taught him Spanish at least Kevin would have gotten something out of the affair. All he’d gotten was a big giant pain in the ass. And not in a good way, either.
He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms across his chest. He didn’t regret one bit giving Raphael the slip. But he did feel a little twinge over his lover before Raphael, Tad. They’d had two good months together before Tad dumped him. For a chick, no less.
“What are you doing after work, kid?”
Kevin jumped, not even realizing Mr. Lewis had come up next to him. He smelled a little of stale alcohol. Lately, things had been turning decidedly uncomfortable with his boss. He had been sort of…well, leering at Kevin. For the most part, Kevin thought he imagined it. After all Mr. Lewis had a wife, but he was always sneaking up behind him.
“I…uh, dunno.”
“You’ve been looking skinny lately, Flaherty. Even skinnier than when I hired you.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips. “You getting enough to eat?”
“Sure, mostly,” Kevin lied. He didn’t like the way his boss was looking at him and he didn’t really want handouts anyway. He hadn’t even told most of his friends his situation.
Mr. Lewis smiled. “Well, if you want to earn a few extra bucks, I know just the way you can do it.”
“Really?” Kevin asked, cautiously.
His boss leaned toward him. A wave of stale alcohol and sweat hit Kevin. “I’ll give you twenty dollars every time you suck my dick. I figure you being gay and all you won’t mind getting something extra on the side.”
Kevin’s stomach lurched with a sickening twist. He simply stared at the man unable to form a coherent response.
Mr. Lewis stared back, his expression almost baleful, before he suddenly started laughing. He threw his head back, laughed harder and then slapped his leg. “Ah, Jesus, Flaherty, you should see your face. You are too funny. I was joking , for Christ’s sake. Go get the broom and sweep the driveway while you wait for cars.”
“Um, okay,” Kevin agreed, feeling his fair skin burning. He hurried away, pretty sure Mr. Lewis had not been joking. He spared a backward glance and saw his boss grab his own crotch and squeeze all the while looking in Kevin’s direction. Fuck .
He needed this job, such as it was. He did not need to be worried about some crazy ass boss sexually harassing him. Kevin bit his lip and grabbed the broom. He simply could not do that. He just couldn’t kneel in front of old man Lewis and service him. Things were bad, but reducing himself to whoring?
Swallowing back the bile threatening to rise in his throat, Kevin began to sweep the debris that had accumulated overnight in the wide driveway leading into the car wash. If he just pretended Mr. Lewis really was joking maybe it would go away
Several hours later, around one in the afternoon, Kevin rubbed his painfully hungry stomach. He had a lunch break to take so he walked into the cashier booth.
Gabby smiled. “Hey, Kev, how’s it going?”
“Okay.”
“You look a little pale. Are you feeling all right?”
“Uh, sure. You think I could use the phone?” He glanced behind him, looking for his boss. He’d stopped paying his cell phone and it had been disconnected two days ago.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Mr. Lewis isn’t here right now.” Gabby handed him a wrapped double cheeseburger from McDonald’s. “And here. I got you this.”
His mouth watering, Kevin stared at the sandwich. His throat
He should have made his last lover teach him some stuff. Raphael . Yeah, right. His name had really been Louis, but he’d renamed himself Raphael. Kevin snorted. Anyway, if the man had taught him Spanish at least Kevin would have gotten something out of the affair. All he’d gotten was a big giant pain in the ass. And not in a good way, either.
He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms across his chest. He didn’t regret one bit giving Raphael the slip. But he did feel a little twinge over his lover before Raphael, Tad. They’d had two good months together before Tad dumped him. For a chick, no less.
“What are you doing after work, kid?”
Kevin jumped, not even realizing Mr. Lewis had come up next to him. He smelled a little of stale alcohol. Lately, things had been turning decidedly uncomfortable with his boss. He had been sort of…well, leering at Kevin. For the most part, Kevin thought he imagined it. After all Mr. Lewis had a wife, but he was always sneaking up behind him.
“I…uh, dunno.”
“You’ve been looking skinny lately, Flaherty. Even skinnier than when I hired you.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips. “You getting enough to eat?”
“Sure, mostly,” Kevin lied. He didn’t like the way his boss was looking at him and he didn’t really want handouts anyway. He hadn’t even told most of his friends his situation.
Mr. Lewis smiled. “Well, if you want to earn a few extra bucks, I know just the way you can do it.”
“Really?” Kevin asked, cautiously.
His boss leaned toward him. A wave of stale alcohol and sweat hit Kevin. “I’ll give you twenty dollars every time you suck my dick. I figure you being gay and all you won’t mind getting something extra on the side.”
Kevin’s stomach lurched with a sickening twist. He simply stared at the man unable to form a coherent response.
Mr. Lewis stared back, his expression almost baleful, before he suddenly started laughing. He threw his head back, laughed harder and then slapped his leg. “Ah, Jesus, Flaherty, you should see your face. You are too funny. I was joking , for Christ’s sake. Go get the broom and sweep the driveway while you wait for cars.”
“Um, okay,” Kevin agreed, feeling his fair skin burning. He hurried away, pretty sure Mr. Lewis had not been joking. He spared a backward glance and saw his boss grab his own crotch and squeeze all the while looking in Kevin’s direction. Fuck .
He needed this job, such as it was. He did not need to be worried about some crazy ass boss sexually harassing him. Kevin bit his lip and grabbed the broom. He simply could not do that. He just couldn’t kneel in front of old man Lewis and service him. Things were bad, but reducing himself to whoring?
Swallowing back the bile threatening to rise in his throat, Kevin began to sweep the debris that had accumulated overnight in the wide driveway leading into the car wash. If he just pretended Mr. Lewis really was joking maybe it would go away
Several hours later, around one in the afternoon, Kevin rubbed his painfully hungry stomach. He had a lunch break to take so he walked into the cashier booth.
Gabby smiled. “Hey, Kev, how’s it going?”
“Okay.”
“You look a little pale. Are you feeling all right?”
“Uh, sure. You think I could use the phone?” He glanced behind him, looking for his boss. He’d stopped paying his cell phone and it had been disconnected two days ago.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Mr. Lewis isn’t here right now.” Gabby handed him a wrapped double cheeseburger from McDonald’s. “And here. I got you this.”
His mouth watering, Kevin stared at the sandwich. His throat
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