Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 09:28:54 -0800 (PST)
From: AbSoLuTGoDNiCk <absolutnick@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Distance Cafe Part 1

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are
pure fiction and should read as such. It does not mean
the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between teenage boys. Please understand
that this story is pure fiction/fantasy, don't try to
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"Do you folks need anything else today?"  I said.
"No thank-you Rett.  The food was great as always.
Your dad is an excellent cook." Mr. Gofrat said.  He
has been a regular customer since the place opened I
guess.
"Well here is your ticket.  You guys have a good night
ok."  I walked away and into the back.
"Dad we are slammed out there.  I can't keep up with
all the customers.  We need to hire someone.  I know
they can't replace Mom, but Dad?"
"Stop talking about your mother.  I know she can not
be replaced.  You are right.  I will look into it."
He said.
I hate this place.  The Distance Cafe, why would
someone name it that anyway?  My Mom died about six
months ago.  Cancer or something.  Ok well my name is
Rett.  I'm seventeen soon to be eighteen.  I have been
working in this place since I can remember.  I even
live upstairs.  Dad let me move out when I was
sixteen.  That and he lives a block away.  I am 5'10",
175 lbs.; I have brown hair and green eyes.  I am one
of the more popular kids at school.
"Shit!"  I mumbled.  "Dad we need to close early.  I
have this huge final to study for tonight.  If I don't
pass, I am not going to graduate High School."  I said
looking at his face for an expression.
"Rett, when was the last time you studied for a test?
When was the last time you failed a test?"  He said
looking at me.
"Ok, so I am going to go out on a date.  Please Dad."
I begged.  She is really hot Dad.  Blonde hair, nice
rack."
"Ok, ok.  Go and put the sign up.  Oh, and run this
over to the Shermans."  He said handing me a...I don't
know what that is.
I was walking fast, not paying attention.  I should
have been paying attention, cause now, I am wearing
what Dad made and I was on the floor.  Eyes closed.  I
started thinking.  Ok I haven't done that in a while,
do I really want to get up or just pretend I am dead.
"You ok dude?"  Someone said.  The voice was really
soothing, calm and mellow.
I opened my eyes.  I saw a pair of eyes looking down
at mine.  They were blue.  The deepest blue I have
ever seen.  He grabbed my head to try and help me sit
up and his hand brushed against my face.  What in the
hell was that I wondered?  It was like he hit me, only
it felt really good.
"Yeah, I am fine."  I said looking in his eyes the
entire time.  He helped me stand.  I shook everything
off.
"Rett!"  I heard my Dad say.  "Did you spill Mr.
Sherman's food?"
"Yeah can I get another?  Oh and don't worry about
your employee that just bit the big one, I am sure it
is just a mild concussion."
Everyone laughed.  I leaned down and started cleaning
up the mess on the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that.  Name's Damion."  He said bringing
his hand out.
"No, it is my fault."  I stood and shook his hand.
Real soft hands, he was about 6'1" or so, blonde hair
and blue eyes.  He was pretty muscular.  I looked back
in his eyes.  "Damion."  I just kept looking and
shaking his hand.  I was interrupted.
"No that's my name.  I think your name is Rett right?"
 He said smiling.
I snapped out of it.  I looked at him puzzled.
"Oh, yeah.  Damion nice to meet you, I am Rett.  How
did you know my name was Rett?"
"Your name tag."
"Oh yeah."  I smiled.
"So did you want a table or a soda or something?"
"Actually, I came here to get an application."  He
said laughing.  "But, I don't think this place is me,
falling down all the time just doesn't seem like the
fun thing to do."
"Actually, we do it when we start to get business,
that way they come back to see more."  I said
motioning him to follow me.  "We don't really have
applications because everyone that works here, has
since it opened.  But we are looking for another
server.  I can't do it by myself anymore.  We have
just too much business for me to handle on my own."
"That is understandable.  I have experience.  I used
to work for this place back in California.  Parents
just moved here.  I graduated about a week ago, and I
really need a summer job."  He said looking at me
smiling.
"Ok well here is an apron, and an order book.  Come
back tomorrow at three?  Hold on for a sec."  I ran
back up front and changed the sign to closed.  There
were about two tables left, and they were getting
ready to leave.
"This place is trashed.  I am never going to get out
of here."  I said.
"Do you want some help?"  Damion said.
"No, it's ok, I can handle it."
"Hey Rett.  I have to take off now too.  Something
came up.  Put the food away for me would ya.  Clean up
a bit.  Don't stay out too late!  Call me when you
lock up.  My cell should be on."
"DAD!  You can't be serious."  With the door closed
behind him.
"Are you sure you don't want some help."  He said.
"No.  If you want you can help.  But don't feel that
you have to ok?"  I walked over to the coffeepot and
poured myself a cup of coffee.  He came over and sat
down at the bar.
"Would you like a cup?"  I said.
"Sure.  No cream."
	Hmm, that is the way I drink my coffee too.  Black.
This guy is really interesting.
	"So you like just moved to town?"  I said sitting
next to him.  I reached over and grabbed an ashtray
and reached for a cigarette.  "You smoke?"
	"Yeah, but I have some thanks.  I keep forgetting
that you can smoke in restaurants around here."
	"That's right.  Public smoking has been banned in
California.  Well welcome to town."  I lit my
cigarette, and downed my coffee.  I got up and started
bussing the tables.  I should call Tara.  No, it
doesn't matter.  She has stood me up before.
	"So, what would you like me to do."  He said.
	Whatever in the hell you want to do.  I thought.
	"Um, you can wipe off the tables if you want."
	"Ok that sounds easy enough."
	I went over to the jukebox and put some music in.  I
almost forgot he was there.  The place was looking
pretty good.
	"Well Rett, is there anything else that you want me
to do?"  He said grabbing his coat.
	I noticed him grab his coat, and I felt almost sad.
	"No dude, thanks a lot for your help.  I will see you
tomorrow, right?"
	"Yeah, dude.  Three o'clock right?"  He said.
	"Yeah, three, wear something comfortable.  I have a
feeling that tomorrow is going to be busy."
	"Um, do you need a ride home or something?"  He said.
	"Sure."  I just smiled.  I grabbed everything I
needed and we headed outside.  I locked the door.  We
started walking towards his car.  I stopped.
	"Ok, I am home.  Thank you for the ride."
	"Oh you live above the restaurant?"
	"Yeah we lived here when I was born, then my parents
bought a house up in Sunset Hill.  I moved in here
when I was sixteen.  I love the freedom.  You wanna
come up and check it out?"
	"Sure."  He said.
	I unlocked the door leading to the stairs.  We walked
up the stairs.  It led directly into my living room.
	"Ok here we are.  This is the living room.  Bathroom
is over there, and my bedroom is over there.  I have a
guestroom over there, but I changed it into an office
or what not.  You want something to drink?  I have Bud
or Pepsi."
	"Beer if ya have enough."  He said following me over
to the kitchen.
	My place was kind of messy.  I had dirty pants,
boxers, socks, all over the place.
	"Sorry about the mess.  Haven't really had time to
clean you know."  I said picking some things up.  I
guess I stood up too fast after bending to get
something, because I felt really light headed.  I
started to fall.
	"Gotcha."  Bastian said.  "Wow and you haven't even
had a beer yet.  You have a nasty bump on your head.
You should take a hot shower."
	"No, I'll be fine."  As long as I am in his arms, I
will be just fine.  Where in the hell are all these
thoughts coming from?  I am straight, right?  Oh my
god, I am questioning my own sexuality.
	"I'll be right back.  I am going to go and put some
shorts on or something."  I said heading to my
bedroom.  I walked over to my nightstand and pulled
out a copy of Playboy.  I looked through it.  I wasn't
even excited.  Shit I didn't shut my door.  Oh, well.
I walked over to the dresser, and grabbed a pair of
shorts.  I slid off my work pants, and tugged at my 8
incher.  I felt like someone was watching.  I glanced
over at Damion and he was looking at me.  Fuck!  I
hurried and pulled my shorts on.  I was starting to
feel more aroused.  What in the hell is going on here?


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