“If you hold the souvenir like so, you get to see the falls glitter up like this,” I explained to the happy family.

The father was bald. His beer belly bulged like a beach whale. The mother was perky and most probably a victim of Prozac. The son and daughter were twins. One had a large nose and thick glasses. The other had a crooned up face and suffered from early childhood obesity. I couldn’t tell who was who.

“Is there a princess living under the water falls?” one of the hideous children asked.

I forced a smile and nodded. The freak show of a family was mesmerized. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was miles away. Not just from this lowly gift store, but miles away from this ugly and repressed town. I opened my eyes. Nope. I was still here. I’ll at least make a show out of it.

“Niagara is a place full of wonder and magic,” I spread my arms out.

The mother and father clapped. Jesus.

“Hey Brice!” Ted called from the stock room.

“I’m going for a break in 2 minutes. Can you watch the store for me while I’m out?”

“Whatever you say Boss.”

Ted was one lazy ass son of a bitch. At forty-five, he was still working in this shit-hole. Funny, because I could have sworn he had a law degree. I was worst, because I was what people labeled a push over.

I turned back to the family and placed on my fake Hollywood smile, “I hope you guys enjoy your stay here. And be sure to take the boat that goes near the falls. It’s quite exhilarating.”

The man turned to his wife, “That sounds like a great idea, honey.”

Sprinkled bullshit. The wife and kids were ecstatic. All we needed was beer and a strip show to really get the party started.

“Well gee golly guys, you better get going because line ups to the boat get pretty crazy,” I suggested while pointing to my watch.

The lady had a worried face on her head.

“He’s right! What if we miss it?”

“We better get going then huh?”

The man quickly reached for his wallet and handed me a bill.

“Actually mister, why don’t you get two? These things are very rare and ultra expensive everywhere else.”

He nodded and grabbed another snow globe.

“That comes up to $30.”

“Hey wait a minute…”

“I know what your thinking. But trust me, the glass on this thing is rare.”

He nodded frantically and gave me another bill and a few coins. I tabulated and gave them the receipt. The snow globes were placed in two small white boxes.

“Enjoy the rest of your stay.”

“Thanks,” they said in unison.

Ha! I watched the ugly family run out to catch the boat. I stuffed the extra bill and coins into my pocket. It was enough for an extra night of dinner. Ted came out of the stockroom. He was a greasy little man.

“I’m going on my break now.”

He grabbed my shoulder. I shuddered. I hated being alone with this guy. He was going to the porn store. Every other break he would go to the porn store two blocks away to sit in the video room and watch amateurs screw each other’s brains out. If it were any other guy it would be deemed normal if not tasteful. But Ted was a creepy little pervert who should just stay away from children. Even those two little freaks from earlier deserve pity if they were caught within two feet of him.

“Okay, I’ll watch the store,” I called to the closing door.

While he was gone I stuffed my bag with chips and chocolate bars. I made sure that he wouldn’t notice and I did it in the stock room so that the cameras wouldn’t see me. If he watches the tape tonight and asks me what the hell I was doing in the stock room, I’d tell him that I was just jacking off. He’d like that. He’s not gay though, just incredibly horny. I don’t think he’s been with anyone in years.

I almost quit once because he started making a pass at me. Sick fuck. He was drunk that night and kept saying how he wished he were my size and how my green eyes matched so perfectly with my coal colored hair. I told him to go look for some slut ‘coz I’m not having any of it.

I was stuffing some cheese puffs into one of my bag pockets when I heard the door chime. I opened the stockroom. It was better I show myself on the security camera before Ted thinks I’m not doing my job. I don’t like him, but I needed some kind of cash.

When I came out, a rugged looking guy was waiting at the counter. Shit, I thought to myself. It’s easier when they’re uglier. He was wearing a jean jacket that hugged his body tightly. His hair was spiked. He was older. Not by much, but enough to notice. I always had a hard time talking to people I was attracted to. It was much easier talking shit to someone I didn’t know.

“Hey kid,” he called.

His voice sounded inviting. He was leaning on the counter now.

“Hey. I’m not a kid. I’m almost nineteen.”

I tried to look annoyed. He smirked.

“Sorry. I just want to know if you sell any cigarettes?”

I shook my head. After a second he nodded. The man was now staring into space. Jesus. Either give me a blowjob or get the fuck out.

He finally looked at me and asked, “What’s your name kid?”

Son of a –

“Brice.”

He nodded again. I was getting annoyed and I still needed to take a piss.

“You single Brice?”

Buddy, I’m not that easy.

“Yeah. Why?” I said eagerly.

“Stay that way. Trust me.”

Hazel eyes and dirty blond hair… he could’ve been a puppy.

[Ask him.] What? [Ask him.] Who the hell…

“Do you want me to suck it?”

He looked bewildered, “What did you just say?”

Humor him. It was clear now that I was hearing voices. But I listened anyway.

“I was just joking. It’s just… you seemed kind of down. Thought that maybe that would cheer you up.”

He laughed. [Do it.] What? I don’t even know the guy. Who is this? [Just do it.]

The man looked at me sternly. He hadn’t shaved in a day.

“Brice… are you alone here?”

I nodded. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But I led the man into the stockroom before I locked the store. I would later tell Ted that I was showing the man some other merchandise. He would believe me. Dumb ass. Right now, however, I was in a trance like state. My heart was vibrating inside my chest. It thumped loudly. This was some fucked up shit.

I closed the door. Inside the stockroom there were stacks of merchandises that were either new of very old. I led the man into the corner. What if Ted or someone else comes? Jesus. What was I getting myself into? I was wearing a blue apron. It was Wal-mart thing that Ted came up with. I didn’t ask why.

“You never told me your name,” I finally said.

“Matt,” he barely whispered.

He was tall. I started to unbutton his jean jacket. It smelled new, like he had just bought it. He smelled like the mall did on an empty day. Shit. I was hard. Really hard. [Just do it.] The voice kept encouraging me. I wasn’t thinking about it though. All I was thinking about was his built frame. His jean jacket fell to the floor. Matt was wearing a navy blue golf shirt. He sure as hell was fit. I helped him pull the shirt over his head. Jesus. He was so smooth for someone that was older than me. He was completely hairless, except maybe his pits.

“Your nineteen Brice?”

I nodded. No shit.

“Good. I thought you were younger. If you’re wondering, I’m 26.”

Cool. Now only if he could just shut up for one second, one damn second. He must’ve been a swimmer most of his life. Butterfly strokes. Yeah. That’s got to be why he looks so fucking –

“Mmm…” he gasped.

I haven’t even touched the guy’s dick. My cold fingers brushed his sides. He uses lotion every night. I leaned in to lick the tip of his right nipple. I started sucking on it. Slurping on it. I went to the next one and did the same thing. They were pointy by the time I finished. His hands were on my shoulder and on my ribs.

He moaned, “Aw fuck yeah.”

Jesus. I’m licking a stranger. I closed my eyes as my tongue traveled along his smooth chest. Sweet. I didn’t know what the hell was going through my head. I heard him unbuckle his belt. Anxious little fucker, eh? [It’s big.]

I heard him unzip his fly. Shit. He was moving too fast. I gave his stomach small kisses. I pulled his jeans down to his ankles. White boxer-briefs, and something snaking down his thigh. [Suck it.] He pulled those to his hairless thighs above his knees. His cock smacked across his abs. Fuck. It was too big. It rose above his freaking belly button and hid his pubes.

I was already on my fucking knees. I didn’t think any dick would ever get that big. It was thick too, like a child’s arm. I grabbed it with both hands. I calculated that it would take two fist-fulls and a half to cover his cock. I rolled the skin back and forth. Matt started humping my hands. I licked the eye of the mega-sized helmet. It drooled clear fluid. Lots of his pre-cum was oozing out his egg-sized ball sac. Fuck. My mouth stretched wide to just get the head within it. I sucked on it. I jacked him off. [Almost]

Faster. I gripped him harder. I rolled my tongue around it. Salty fluid. [Not yet…] He was fucking himself into my hands and mouth. I let go and licked the underside of it. I rolled his balls with my other hand. My hands were getting tired. His cock was getting harder. His balls began to tighten. Matt’s cock expanded. Jesus. He was about to blow.

Eight times. He shot into my mouth eight bloody times. I swallowed half a cup of cum. He kept moaning. I kept sucking, trying not to choke. It seeped from my mouth. I kept sucking on it half a minute later. I didn’t even notice till now, but his hands were around my head, gently stroking my hair. His pace never changed since I started sucking his dick. He finally went limp. Everything in the room was quiet.

He pulled his underwear and pants up. While the stranger was putting his clothes back on, I went to the sink to wash my face. I had a feeling that I was going to puke later tonight. I got back to find that the guy was already wearing his jean jacket, and it looked as if what we had done never happened. Bastard. The prick was going to leave the horny kid who just sucked his dick for nothing.

Matt stepped out of the stockroom. Silence.

“The door’s locked. Let me go get it for you before you leave.”

He still didn’t say anything. Shit. I must’ve been that bad.

Before he left he turned around and finally said, “Thanks kid. I really needed that.”

He kept walking like he had some sort of Epiphany, while my horny ass was still in ‘fuck me’ position. But at least something interesting finally happened. I had to tell someone. I was going to use the payphone by the restroom. It saved me from partially paying the phone bill around here. Ted’s a fucking cheap ass. I reached for some coins in my pocket and pulled out what felt like quarter. Before I placed it into the slot of the payphone, I noticed how shiny it was. I turned it around. The dead president on the coin moved his silver animated head and faced me.

[Good work.]

I screamed.


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