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"I guess the next time I hear from you, it will be because you need to run to the store for some beef jerky." I wasn’t serious, that was just me being a smart ass. Well, I was kind of serious. The next day when I checked my email, I was surprised to see Chris’ name listed in my inbox. Being that he has school, SGA, and girlfriend responsibilities to deal with, I had been knocked down to the shit-end of the totem pole. I opened his message and read it. "The latest I can do something is around 8 if that’s not too late." I called him and told him that I was about to leave to come into town. “Well, come by about 8:30,” he said. After our conversation about getting together, I figured he just wanted to use me to run some errand, but that he really didn’t want to hang.

I was pissed daddy had the car all day, and brought it home dead on E, saying he was over at some lady’s house to do some painting. By the time he brought his sorry ass home, everything was closed. Here I am paying the car insurance and car note, plus dealing with other shit, and there he is joyriding, leaving me stranded, stuck at home all day. And after all that he brings the car home empty. I swear he does that shit on purpose. He’s got it out for me. I know he doesn’t like me ‘cause I’m gay, but whatever.

So, I got some gas and a few money orders. The post office was closed, so I couldn’t get any stamps. My day was pretty much shot to shit no thanks to him. I went and hung out at the library until it was time to go get Chris. I wasn’t expecting too much. I learned a long time ago that it’s best not to get my hopes up with him.

When I got there, he was already waiting, ready to go. He didn’t have anything on but a windbreaker that was too shabby for the ball-numbing November temperatures. “Well, well, well, here we are,” I said, in another one of my smart ass tones. It had been weeks since I last laid eyes on Chris. Before he got all wrapped up in school, we used to hang out for beer and wings at Hooters, and be drunk in the middle of the day. Fortunately, Hooters girls with their Hooters tits would always make him horny, and we would go off on some dirt road not far from where his folks lived, and I would blow him in the front seat of my Oldsmobile. It was uncomfortable, but I was always too happy to throw my lips to his dick.

“Where do you wanna go eat?” he asked. “It’s Forty Cent Wing Tuesday at BW3’s. You wanna go there?” It didn’t matter to me. I was just happy to see him.

Friends With A Benefit


eBook Cover Price: 1.99

Length: 28 pdf Pages / 4,103 words

YA, M/M Romance

Heat rating: 2