Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 00:29:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: multiplex-sex-6

[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious.  If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further.  This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental.  Really, I mean that.]

Chapter 6 -

     The summer in Los Angeles is always kind of interesting
as it comes in waves.  There are waves at the beginning and
end of the season where the heat is just unbearably hot.
Times when going to the beach is your only salvation from
the unrelenting sun.  This is even more obvious in the
valley where you have to add at least ten degrees to
whatever temperature you might see in the nightly news.
Ninety degrees may sound hot, yet doable (it's a dry heat
you know), but one hundred just crosses the line.
Saturday was one of those days.

     "Dad, do you think you can give me a ride to work?
It's too hot out to bike all the way over there," I asked
while he read the morning paper.

     "Did you mow the lawn like I asked," he said flipping
down his paper to look at me.  My blue t-shirt was drenched
with sweat.

    "Um, yeah," I said as I wiped my brow off and heading
to the refrigerator for some iced tea.  "I need to take
another shower because of it."  It's true, I did.  I felt
like a wet dog where no matter of shaking could dry me, and
I probably smelled even worse.  Of course, I did masturbate
in the shower earlier, and would probably do it again.  I
masturbate a lot.  I am seventeen.

     "Ok then.  I'll have mom pick you up when your shift is
done too," he said as I chugged half a Snapple and headed
back upstairs to the bathroom.

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     My dad drove the family SUV into the parking garage of
the mall and headed towards the second level where the
department store entrance was.  I quickly directed him back
down the ramps to the bike rack where Craig was already
waiting.  A smile broke on my face as soon as I saw him
which brought my dad to question.

     "So who is that guy," he said slowing the car to a stop
by Craig.

     "Just a co-worker, we're gonna go see a movie before
work," I said unbuckling my seat belt and reaching for the
handle.

      "Why would you meet at the bike rack," he asked,
confused, as I popped the door open and hopped out.

     "It's a long story.  Thanks for the ride, see you
later," I exclaimed and slammed the door behind me.  My dad
gave me a confused look, then glanced over at Craig.  Craig
gave him a little wave and my dad smiled then drove off.
"Hey boyo, what's up?"

       "Boyo?  What's that?  It sounds Irish," he said
standing up from the wall he was leaning against.

    "I dunno, it's a term of endearment or something.  My
grandmother would always use it."  Now that he was standing
I could see he was hiding something behind his back.
"What're you hiding," I asked and pointed to where his hands
were.

    "Oh, this?" He pulled out two hot dogs on a stick and
smiled at me.  "Just a snack," he said as he bounced them
around and made them dance a little.  I smiled a stupid
smile.  We headed into the mall, munching on our snack along
the way.  The small talk just flowed out of us and I seemed
as comfortable as I had ever been with another person.

      We picked up two tickets for the movie and headed
inside where we found Shannon as the ticket-taker.  She
glared at us and raised an eyebrow as we walked past her and
down the hall to our theatre.  It was pretty slow for a
weekend and the theatre was pretty empty.  An elderly couple
sitting near the front, a mom and daughter off to the side,
and some kid sitting in the second row.  Craig and I headed
up the stairs about three-quarters of the way back and sat
in the center.  We talked all through the commercials and
previews and couldn't help but whisper sarcastic comments
back and forth to each other during the movie.  It wasn't a
terribly exciting movie, though Matt Damon is always fun to
look at on screen.  Or in pictures.  Or on TV.  He'd
probably be nice to even read about.  My point is, the guy
is fucking hot.  End of story.

     During one of the car chase scenes Craig moved around
in his seat and found his leg touching mine.  We sat there
for a few minutes, with our legs running parallel, and I
mustered up the strength to push my leg against his and move
my foot around the back of his to rest on the other side.
He looked over at me and I continued to look forward as the
car chase continued on screen and filled the theatre with
loud noises and edgy techno music filling our ears.  In the
corner of my eye I could see him look back at the screen,
probably smiling.  He picked up his drink, which was resting
in the cup holder between us, and took a drink, then set it
in the cup holder on the other side.  Matt Damon's car
started heading for the edge of a cliff, swerving
uncontrollably when he was suddenly broadsided by another
car which sent a jump through most of the audience.  As I
jumped I could feel Craig's hand suddenly land on top of
mine.  I froze in my seat, unsure of what to do or where to
look.  I slowly untensed my fingers and Craig took the
opportunity to wriggle his fingers in between mine so they
interlocked.
We held each other's hands for the rest of the movie and I
was probably the happiest boy in the world.

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     The work gods were against us as we didn't end up
working the ticket-taker position together that night.  The
slow business at the beginning of the day was made up for
during the hellish evening as about two thousand people came
in to see movies.  Craig got pulled to work behind the snack
bar while I stood, alone, at the ticket podium despondently
tearing tickets.  Every so often I would look over towards
the snack bar to what Craig was doing and a few times I
would catch him looking back at me as he was scooping
popcorn or cheesing up some nachos.  We couldn't even take
our dinner break together `cause the manager made Craig
cover my position when I went on my break.  Of course, I
took the opportunity to ask the question that was on my mind
all night.


     "Do you think you could give me a ride home after work?
I live close by and-"

     "Yeah, no problem," he said interrupting me and patting
me on my back as I headed to the break room.  Once I was out
of sight from him I ran to the locker room, grabbed my cell
phone to tell my mom the wonderful news.  Well, wonderful
news for me at least, she was just glad she didn't have to
drive out later to get me.  The rest of the night could not
go by fast enough.

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     We shuffled like zombies back to the parking lot after
our shifts.  My feet were killing me after standing in the
same spot for seven hours and Craig was beat after running
around like a chicken with its head cut off helping
customers.  We piled into his Jetta and gave a long sigh of
relief.  He popped the clutch, shifted into reverse, backed
out, and started forward for the exit.  We didn't say much
on the drive to my house.  I just spouted off a few
directions, where to turn and what to look for.  We were
either too tired or we simply didn't know what to say to
each other.

It's amazing how much changes after you hold hands and make
your intentions clear.

     The car pulled up in front of my house and he put it in
park.  He let go of the shifter, shut the engine off and
turned his headlights off.  The parking lights were still on
which left the soft blue lights of the dashboard instruments
illuminating the interior.  Craig shifted around in his seat
and turned towards me.  He looked conflicted or concerned,
but I could tell words were coming.

     "Chad, um, listen," he said, then paused for a second
and looking me in the eyes.  "I'm not sure of what to say,"
he garbled and then looked down, "or what to do."  He was
downright vulnerable and, well, scared.

     "I'm just as confused as you are," I said turning my
head away from him and looking ahead down the street.  Some
sprinklers were going off a few houses down.

    "I'm not confused, Chad.  I know how I feel," he said
strongly and adamantly, almost shocked at what I had said.

     "No, so do I," I whipped my head back around at him and
looked him in the eyes, "I don't know what to say or do
either," I confessed as I turned in my seat to face him.  It
took a second but I soon realized I had just confessed,
albeit vaguely, how I felt about Craig.  "I've got no clue
what to do," I trailed off and looked down.

     Craig looked at me, then side to side, and back at me.
He brought in his lower lip as if he was thinking, running
his tongue over it, and coughed quietly.  Before I could
realize what was happening Craig was leaning over and
pressed his lips against mine.  The kiss was soft and quick
and he backed off for a second but moved in again with more
force.  We kept kissing and our mouths soon opened a bit and
I nudged my tongue into his mouth the slightest bit.  He
returned the motion as our kissing continued and he slowly
moved his hand to the back of my head.  He slowly ran his
fingers through my hair, up and down, and our kiss became
the slightest bit more passionate.

     Our lips finally separated and we both opened our eyes
to find each other looking each other a bit stunned at what
had happened, but relieved at the same time.  He dropped his
hand from behind my head and I leaned back in my seat.
Regardless of any and all my past romantic experience, this
was now my first kiss as it was the first one that had
anything behind it.  I smiled and chuckled to myself and
Craig did the same.  I glanced at the clock to find nearly
fifteen minutes had passed and realized I should head inside
before my parents noticed I was still gone.

    "Oh, man, I need to run," I said leaning forward and
putting my hand on the door.  "Not that I want to."  I
opened the door and the lights came on to show Craig's
smiling face.  He was leaning forward with his arm up
against the steering wheel.  I opened the door and put one
foot out on the ground.  Stopped.  Then leaned over and gave
Craig one more good kiss on the lips, then got out of the
car.  "Good night boyo," I said leaning down looking into
the car.

     "Good night Chad, I'll see you later," he said and
smiled as I closed the door.  He drove off just as I opened
the door.  I closed it behind me, leaned back on it, slid
down to the ground and brought my hands to my face.  I
thought over the entire night, smiled like an idiot, and
laughed.  Forget what I said earlier, I am the happiest boy
in the world right now.

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