Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:35:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gossett Stacy <teckno72@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cute"

Don't look at this if you're too young or too easily
offended.  It's copyrighted, because I mailed it to
myself, by the way.  This happens to be the next part
of a story called "Beautiful" in the No Sex category
of the gay male section. {{This should be in the Adult
Youth category of the gay male section, by the way.}}

     I resisted the urge to call Adam again.  I guess
I was a little worried that I'd get his wife, but that
wasn't really it.  I knew I had no future with a guy
like that.  Married.  Two children.  Devestatingly
handsome, all the same.  I longed for Adam, but I just
couldn't.  He was beautiful, but he had too much ...
baggage.

     I went back to my job at the cafe.  I wasn't
making any money, but it did give me some much needed
time to write.  I loved being surrounded by the books
too, even though I only dealt with the food on a day
to day basis.  Espresso drinks and smoothies were all
day, every day.  It was a living.

     Don't let me kid you.  I also liked checking out
the scholarly gentlemen, handsome jocks, and moody
college anarchists.  Well, there were some anarchists.
 I could see that 'A' they left carved on one of the
tables.  Idealists, I suppose.  And, I got to speak
with most of them.  Just because I made the coffee and
other drinks.  Heaven at the best of times.  Hell when
you looked down at their wedding rings.

     Okay, I'm not a perv by nature.  Honest.  It's
just....  Well, I thought the guy was a college
student.  He had alabaster skin, dark hair, dark eyes.
 Russian genetic pool, maybe?  Beautiful red lips.
His hair was longish, but it was messy and standing up
most of the time.  I guess it is impossible to explain
to you the beauty of a caucasian afro-like messy hair
clump that was his.  Kind of like an anime hero or
something.  I drank it in.  Deeply.

     It seemed like forever that I had been with
another man.  And, here was one who seemed to
appreciate me with wily smiles and knowing eyes.  He
wore all black (of course).  I noticed that on his
backpack was written in permanent marker: "God is
dead."  While I thought that was a bit much, I was
entranced with his presence.  He had that confidence
that is so very sexy to behold in another.

     "So, what can I get for you today?" I asked.

     "I'll have one of those raspberry things."

     "Medium or large?"  I made the mistake of looking
in his eyes.  They were dark and endless.  I might
never return!  I resisted giggling like some school
maiden.

     "Large."  His smile said volumes, but they were
in a similar but different language.

     I nodded and fixed his drink.  He watched
everything I did.  He even tipped me five dollars.
That's quite a bit.  It usually meant more than the
regular.  I applied the whipped cream, swirling it
arround with care.  I sqirted on some chocolate syrup
and sprinkled on some dark chocolate sprinkles.  He
watched me so graciously.

     He nodded politely as he glided away.  I watched
him go, unable to take my eyes off him.  Then, he
looked over his shoulder and smiled.  I melted.

     "I want to order something!" cried one of the
other patrons who had no timing.  Sighing heavily, I
went back to him.  The young guy looked back at me
with the biggest, sweetest smile.

     Later, the dark-haired guy asked me when I had a
break.  I told him in about thirty minutes.  He said
he would wait outside for me by the fountain.  I
quickly agreed, and I went back to work.

     Seated by the fountain, the dark-haired guy
began, "Please don't take this the wrong way.  I like
you too.  But, I think it's important to tell you
before we go any further that I'm fifteen years old."
You could have knocked me over with a tooth pick.

    "Fifteen?"

    "Fifteen."

     It was too much.  I got to my feet.  He was
surprised.  I was too.  I sprinted away.  I was
calling in sick.  I was sick.  Sick of finding the
forbidden.  Finding ... I was alone and would remain
that way.  The running did me good.  But, where was I
going?  Nowhere fast it seemed.

--teckno72@yahoo.com