Marge? I didn’t even know there was someone named Marge who worked at the movie theater.
I want to tell Tami to go screw herself. I really do. She’s always pulling this garbage with me. The only reason people are quitting and calling out in droves is because she’s so mean and demanding.
But I need the money. I glance over at my dad.
His illness has made me much more practical, much more pragmatically minded. I know that once he’s gone, selling the house will pay off his medical debts and not much else. I’m going to be on my own and I’m going to need money if I don’t want to be on the street. And without a college degree, I’m going to have a hard time of getting a job that pays well.
I might as well save up all the money I can now.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll be there for opening tomorrow.”
“And closing too?” says Tami, a pleading tone in her voice. But don’t be fooled. She can be nasty when she needs to.
I think of Dan, and our midnight rendezvous, realizing that I won’t be able to make it.
But I can tell him to wait for me, right?
“Sure,” I say. “I’ll be there, Tami. I’ll work the double shift.”
“Great,” says Tami. Now that she’s got what she wants from me, the semi-sweet pleading tones of her voice drop away and she simply hangs up the phone.
“Looks like I’ve got to work tomorrow,” I say. “All day.”
My dad’s gone back to his TV world, retreating into a place where he feels secure and safe, away from the world, where he can let his mind wander in this fantasy world.
“I’m going to bed,” I mumble and head up to my room.
I strip off my clothes. It’s chilly in the house, because we don’t want to waste money paying for heat, which has gotten much more expensive.
In my underwear, I crawl into bed, without changing into my pajamas. First, of course, I turn off the light.
My head on my pillow, I stare at the ceiling, and my thoughts turn to Dan, and the way his cock felt in my hand, and in my mouth.
I slip my hand under the elastic band of my underwear, and I feel myself. I’m ready for his cock right now. My breath is going ragged.
In my mind’s eye, I picture what his cock looks like. I can’t wait to see his naked body, hard and muscular, right before me. I can’t wait to feel him on top of me, pressing his weight down onto me, pressing himself into me.
My breathing grows more ragged as I begin to orgasm, the pleasure washing through me. I want to moan out loud, but I keep my mouth closed, keeping my noises to myself as I squirm under the covers. The cold air feels good and calming on my face, and when the pleasure fades away from me, I pull the covers back to cool off a little.
Dan
I can’t stop thinking about her. Last night, I jerked myself off furiously to the thought of her mouth on my cock earlier that day.
But despite relieving myself, I wake up with the biggest and stiffest morning wood of my life. I simply don’t have a choice but to give myself some relief. I can’t be walking around all day with this kind of wood in my pants. So I close my eyes and the hottest thing I can possibly think of is still Chloe, with her mouth around my cock. I wonder what it’s going to be like to get inside her, to be on top of her, to fuck her, to be between her legs, to bury my hard cock in her sweet pussy?
I come in no time, my fist working furiously away at my cock.
You just have to wait until tonight, I tell myself. I check my cell phone’s clock, and remind myself that it’s just a little less than fifteen hours.
My cell phone beeps at me.
“Have to work late tonight,” reads a text message from Chloe. (We exchanged numbers yesterday.) “But I can meet you there at one, I think.”
“No problem,” I write back, adding a smiley face, although I’m not sure why. I’m not the type of guy who normally uses smiley faces. I add a kissy face and a heart for good measure. Shit, that looks lame, I think to myself.
In college, I don’t need to go to this much effort to sleep with someone. They simply come to me, sometimes knocking on my door in the middle of the night.
But Chloe isn’t like that. Chloe is special. There’s something about her that attracts me so much to her and I can’t explain what it is. She drives me absolutely crazy, and she drives my cock crazy, making it harder than it’s ever been before, making me simply ache for her and her body. My cock aches to be inside her.
I’d better head downstairs before I get another erection. My cock’s already getting a little stiff again.
My parents have gone away on errands, leaving a note on the table.
That’s just like them, I think to myself. Even though I’m just home for less than a week, they’ve still got their own stuff to do that’s more important than spending time with me.
Whatever, I think to myself. This means I’ve got the place to myself.
I make a mess of the kitchen, frying up some steaks, bacon, liver, and eggs for breakfast. I wash the whole thing down with a quart of milk and a couple of glasses of orange juice.
Coach says I need to work on my diet. He says I need more power if I want to go pro. But I know I’m going to go pro no matter what. I still have a couple more years in which I can grow even bigger, getting even stronger, so long as I keep working out.
I clean the dishes and I have an hour to kill before my work out. I try to open some of my school textbooks, but the words on the page seem to swim away from me. Normally, I don’t have any problems studying, but my mind keeps wandering back to Chloe. Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. She’s stuck in my head like an earworm, a catchy melody that you can’t get out of your head.
Time for the workout.
I head into the basement, where my old weights from high school are still there. My dad bought them for me, and once in a while he’ll use them himself, but not often.
I study the weight for a moment, then pull off my shirt. I glance at my reflection in the mirror that’s there to study my weight lifting form. Not bad, I think to myself, flexing a little.
Chloe’s going to like this, I think to myself, studying my body.
Come on, man, can’t you think about something else for a moment?
After all, you’ve got plenty of football games coming up. It’s important to keep up with the training even though you’re at home. I tell this all to myself like a little mental lecture.
After warm ups, I do bench presses, three sets of 10 each, with 80% of my max, with my shirt off. This doesn’t even get me sweating, though.
With my back lying on the weight lifting bench, the iron bar above me, I can feel my cock swelling. I glance down and see it poking up massively, creating a huge tent in my work out shorts.
Shit, I think to myself. I can’t continue my workout with a hard on like this.
There’s an old trick that all virile guys like myself use, and use often.
Before a date, when you’re particularly excited about a girl, it’s a good idea to jerk off a few times ahead of the date. Sometimes just jerk off once, and there’s enough for them, to keep them from getting too excited.
For me, I happen to have a very high sex drive. Probably goes along with being muscular and fit and young.
I can’t think of anyone else but Chloe, of course.
I have a good visual memory, but it’s not as good as pictures, so I head online to her social media profile and pull up some pictures of her from the last couple months.
There are just a couple, and honestly it doesn’t look like she’s been doing much more than working, but there’s a picture of her wearing her movie theater uniform, which is a tight shirt that shows off her breasts and her hips.
I slide my hand into my shorts, and then, frustrated already, I slide my shorts down while still lying shirtless on the workout bench.
Propping my phone up on the floor, I stare at it, and start working away at my cock.
With Chloe’s picture in front of me, it’s not long before I
explode into an old rag that I promptly throw out.
I should be ready for tonight, I think to myself.
I do two sets of heavy weight squats, all the way down to the ground each time, my ass almost hitting the floor.
When I’m done with my workout, I hit the shower and let the steam pile up around me, relaxing my tired muscles.
Then it’s time for another meal. I have to laugh myself. Sometimes it feels like all I do is eat, play football, and lift weights. Well, that and party, of course.
But someone like Chloe could open up new possibilities for me, new things to do.
I’m surprised at myself, really surprised, because in my head I’m imagining all sorts of possibilities with Chloe, like going on dates together, going to dinner at fancy restaurants, and when the weather is better, hanging out in the park.
But she’s going to be here at home, a townie, and I’m going to be at college, playing football constantly. I’m even supposed to be there for the summer months, for training.
It’s even unusual that I actually have Thanksgiving break off. It’s just the way the football schedule worked out this year. In general, I have to spend all my time at school practicing and playing games, training, weightlifting, meeting with Coach—I don’t have the luxury like other students of heading home often for the holidays.
But maybe she can come visit me at school, I think to myself, my naked cock growing hard in the shower, just from thinking about her.
Damnit, I think to myself, looking down at my cock. My body really can’t wait until tonight.
I towel myself off out of the shower, turning off the water. My naked cock is still hard.
Before I can get dressed again, my phone rings.
It’s Coach.
Shit.
It’s not good when Coach calls you on Thanksgiving break.
“What’s up, Coach?” I say, using my dry hand to answer the phone.
“Johnson says you two have been having words,” says Coach.
“Nice to talk to you too, Coach,” I say. “How’s the Thanksgiving?”
Coach grunts disapprovingly. “I don’t want to hear any more that you and Johnson are arguing. I don’t want to hear anything about fighting. You’re on the same team, and you’ve got to work together.”
Coach hangs up the phone. I can almost picture him in his cramped little office, slamming the phone down, surrounded only by his old trophies and the dust of the last few decades.
This makes me angry, really angry.
Fucking Johnson! Why did he have to go squealing to Coach?
Just because he can’t throw a ball properly, and he has to go ahead and blame me when the plays go to shit? I’m going to show him what’s what when I get back to campus.
That little piece of…
Damnit, come on, man, I say to myself. Get ahold of yourself.
I take a couple deep breaths, and then I get dressed. I’m calmer and still hanging around the house, reading the playbook, for something to do. I’ve already got the whole thing memorized. No one takes football more seriously than I do.
I know I’m going to make pro because I’ve got talent, natural talent, and I’ve got luck. But I’m also working my ass off. No one works harder than I do during training. When the other guys are going 50%, I’m going 100%, pretending as if I’m actually in a game.
That’s probably why Johnson has such a problem with me. He likes to just laze around during practice and not really put everything into it, and I can’t stand that attitude.
I can’t stop thinking about Chloe. She rushes back into my mind, despite all his bullshit football drama.
Her soft breasts… I can almost feel them against me.
I need her, I need her lips on me. I need her mouth wrapped around my cock again.
I’m going to go see her, I decide, making a split second decision. I wouldn’t mind getting a look at her in that movie theater uniform, in person, that is.
I have an old American-built convertible that I restored myself when I was in high school. Hard to believe I haven’t even taken it out for a spin yet, but that’s what happens when you’re obsessed with someone like Chloe. I had just gotten home that Thanksgiving dinner, and she was already in my house. I couldn’t think about something like a car after seeing the woman that she’d become.
The engine roaring, I cruised through the dead tree streets of fall, in our tiny suburban town. The movie theater is on Main Street, which runs right down the middle of the town. That’s where we used to hang out a lot in middle school, but I haven’t been there in a long time.
It’s one of those old style classic movie theaters, right from the 1930s, with a golden placard on the front that announces the movies. Amazing that they haven’t yet torn this place down to make way for the huge mega theaters. Amazing that business is still going strong.
I park my car and get out.
I can see her through the window, standing behind the ticket booth’s glass window. Sure enough, her uniform is pulled tight around her. I wonder if it’s even the right size for her? Either way, I love the way it looks on her.
Her hair is up in a bun, showcasing the beauty of her face.
I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful, I think to myself.
Chloe
“Hey there,” says Dan, suddenly in front of me.
“Which movie?” I say automatically, without thinking, and then burst into laughter.
“You really want to sell movies, eh?” says Dan.
“I guess so,” I say. “I’m just programmed to say that now.”
“Anyway,” says Dan. “I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”
“Hi,” I say, dumbly. That was a dumb thing to say, I think to myself.
But he’s still here talking to me, stilling staring right into my eyes through the plate glass window.
“You’re so beautiful,” says Dan.
“Thanks,” I say, grinning.
“We still on for tonight?” says Dan.
I nod shyly, but with a grin on my face.
Dan buys a ticket to some action flick, which I’ve already forgotten the name of, since the movies all seem to blend together, and he disappears into the theater and I lose track of him.
The shift seems like it goes on forever and ever, and then of course there’s the second shift coming around to ram me in the back. Even though I’m expecting it, it’s tough.
I check my cell phone for the time when I’m finally done, and groan as I see that I’m late for meeting Dan. This is the one thing I was looking forward to. “Look forward to,” doesn’t really cover it. More like dying to have his huge cock inside me…
The whole place is mopped, the windows spotless, all the cash deposited in the safe. I’m sweating from the exertion and I step outside into the dark night, locking the theater behind me. I get chills on my skin from the cooling sweat.
“Hey there, stranger,” says Dan, from where he’s leaning against the theater’s outdoor brick wall.
He startles me, and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Shit, you scared me,” I say, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard the Ms. Chloe swear ever,” says Dan.
I laugh. “I can say a lot more,” I say. “Why’d you call me Ms. Chloe?”
He shrugs. “Just seemed funny.”
I laugh again.
“So we still on for tonight?” says Dan.
I laugh. “Of course,” I say. “If you still are, that is.”
“What do you mean by that?” says Dan. “I’ve been waiting for it all day.”
I suddenly feel nervous. There’s no chance that we’ll be interrupted this time. No chance that anything can go wrong.
But this is what I want. I want Dan.
Just standing here in the cold, so close to his body, it turns me on like nothing else. His body awakens my body… I want him like nothing else I’ve ever wanted, like nothing else I’ve ever yearned or longed for.
“Did you stay here the whole time?” I say. “You came to the ticket window like 9 hours ago, during my first shift.”
“I saw a couple movies,” chuckles Dan, showing me his one ticket stub.
I laugh. “You bastard!” I say. “You cheated the movie theater, didn’t you? Sneaking into movie after movie?”
Dan shrugs and gives me a cheeky smile. “I just wanted to be close to you.”
I slap him on the arm, giggling.
“Whose car should we take?” he says.
I think for a moment.
“I guess we should both drive,” I say. “I’ll follow you to the hotel, OK? I can’t have my car staying here in front of the theater all night. People will ask questions.”
We kiss briefly, but it’s still hot and heavy and passionate, before saying goodbye.
I flow him in his car along the dark roads, towards the hotel on the outskirts of the town, out towards where the mall is.
It’s darker out here, with less streetlights. I can see the stars above, but I’m not thinking about that. I’m not thinking about my job or my parents or that I’m not in college like I should be, considering I was top of my class.
I’m not thinking about any of that. I’m thinking about Dan, and only Dan.
I’m thinking about his body, his hard muscles, the way he looks at me, the way his arms feel around me. And I’m thinking about how his huge cock is going to feel inside me.
The drive goes by as if in a daydream, me imagining what Dan’s going to do to me, how it’s going to feel. I’m already ready, my body already hot and ready for him by the time we pull into the parking lot.
We check in together, holding hands, giggling because we don’t have any luggage.
“I’m embarrassed,” I say, rushing down the hallway with Dan away from reception.
“Who cares what they think?” says Dan, putting his arm around me.
The moment that he puts the keycard in the door feels momentous to me. It feels as it time is standing still.
I have a brief worry flash trough me: this feels like a huge moment for me. I hope it does for him too. Or is he used to this kind of thing? Is this just some fun he’s having for Thanksgiving, while at home on vacation? Is he going to return to school and do just the same exact thing with a hundred other girls, who all love him because he’s a football star?
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