Hate

There are three constants in my life. I hate my father; I hate my mother, and I hate Christmas. If that bothers you, just know that I don’t give a shit. I’m a good fuck, and I know it. So do guys I have fun with. I don’t love them; they don’t love me. Some of them might say they do, but it’s my dick that they love. I’ve got a skilled tongue, too.  

My home is a tiny room above Ernie’s Automotive Repair. There’s no hot water, but the cold water showers keep me tough. I’ve got enough clothes; one of them is for when I’m working; I help Ernie down in the shop. He’s teaching me how to take care of cars. The plan is to get experience and then go to a dealership for more training.  

As for playtime, if you’ve got a dick or a man-pussy, you can be my partner. Some might call me a whore, but I say “Go fuck yourself.” I’m really a slut. There’s a difference.

And before you get onto me about not going to a trade school to get my certification right off the bat, send me the money, and I’ll do it. Scholarships are out. I barely made it through high school. It’s just hard to get educated when you spend so many days out sick. To the guy who says I should have studied more, paid attention better, tried harder, fuck him, too. Let’s have a reality check here. During my four years of public education, my father broke my left arm twice. Two fingers on the left hand. I also had a broken hip, a broken leg, and a displaced shoulder from being pushed off a balcony. He blamed that one on my mother. She was no better. She never once tried to stop him from hitting me. I’m missing two upper teeth, molars, from being punched. She blamed it on the drinking and the drugs. Fuck her.

She let him beat her, and she let him beat me. She stood by when he forced me to have sex with old ladies and old men when I was a kid. He did it for the money, and they both spent it. He was too busy getting high to get a real job. My mother did stand up to him once, but I won’t give her credit for that. On Christmas Eve when I was seventeen, he slapped her so hard that her head cracked the TV screen. I started to scream to stop, so he choked me until I collapsed. Then he kicked me. I don’t know how he didn’t break anything. My mother came out of the bedroom and shot him in the head. I still see the blood splatter all over the Christmas tree. She turned to me and said, “I should have done that years ago.” Then she blew her brains out, too.

I sat down on the coffee table. After thirty minutes, no police had arrived, so I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up as high as I could. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived for a noise complaint. I was in foster care for the next year. My foster father was Ernie.

I lived with Ernie and Sophia until a month after high school. I wanted to get out and live by myself. They were honestly kind people. They didn’t hit me. They fed me. They smiled all the time. They were always asking me if I needed anything. It really creeped me out; it was completely foreign to me. So, at eighteen, I asked if I could have the apartment above the garage. Ernie was reluctant because it was in poor shape, but Sophia told him it was probably what I needed, and I would still be close to them.

So I moved in. I worked and lived in the same building, and I had fun whenever I could. As I said, if you were a guy, and you were willing, so was I.

One day, a limousine stalled down the street from the shop. The lady in the back, a Mrs. Savage, was beside herself about getting to some appointment. I drove her there in one of the company trucks. You should have seen the faces of the biddies when I stopped in front of their fancy place, came around in my greasy overalls, and opened the door. I put a towel in my hand to help her down and not get her hands dirty. I drove off with $50 in my pocket.  

When I got back to the shop, I saw that the hood of the limo was open and the chauffeur was standing in the shade of the carport in front of the building. Shit, but he was one hot dude. I walked to the door leading up to my apartment. I kept glancing at him with a smile on my face. I swear I could see his pants tent up.

I stood at the door with our eyes locked and I gave a quick nod toward the door. He read the signal and walked over. With each step closer that he took, I felt my dick swell. He stood in front of me. He was just an inch or two taller. I raised an eyebrow. “Want to go upstairs and fuck?”

He seemed stunned by my straightforwardness, and he didn’t say anything.

“You do want to fuck me, don’t you?” I asked.

“Hell yeah.”

I opened the door and he followed me up. I wondered if he were the kissing kind, and I found out once we got to the top and I closed the door to my small place. He put his hands on my shoulders and held me gently against the closed door. “My name’s Stephen.” He pressed his lips to mine. His mouth was already open, and his tongue knew just what to do. This was not this cowboy’s first rodeo. I reached deep into my pocket and pulled out a condom. I’m never unprepared. “Jason, at your service.”

I was surprised when he unzipped my coveralls and pushed them down to my knees. He spun me to face the wall, got on his knees, spread my cheeks, and licked my man-pussy. Fuck, it was the best ass licking I’d ever had.

I heard the package of the extra lubricated rubber tear open. I tilted my ass toward him and in seconds, I felt the pressure of his hardness trying to force its way into my opening. I pushed back and allowed him in. His entry was slow and gentle. He pushed in a little, pulled back a little, and pushed in a little more. He was teasing me, making me want him more. I reached back and put my hands on his hips. He responded by speeding up. He was hitting my spot. My cock was hard and dripping precum.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” he grunted, and he pushed hard into me. My forehead pressed against the wall, and he pushed twice. He stepped back, pulling out, and giving my prostate one last brush. I grabbed my dick and jerked it only once before I spilled my seed against the wall.

“Fuck,” I said. “That was good.”

A banging on the door made me jump. “Jason? I know you’re in there. Is that customer with you?” It was Ernie.

I zipped up my coveralls. The chauffeur fumbled with his pants and with getting his shirt tucked in. What the hell. Ernie knew what was going on. I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Showing him your place?” Ernie asked sarcastically as Stephen continued to straighten his clothes.

I looked over at Stephen; his face was red. I turned back to Ernie. “Yeah, I showed him my place.”

After fixing Mrs. Savage’s car, our business took off. I was regulated to keeping up with the cash drawer, making appointments, and smiling at the customers. Ernie hired two mechanics, and he leased the gas station next to us. It was on the corner and had been closed for several years, but it had two working bays and more parking space.

One of the mechanics was an older man named Dennis. He’d worked on cars and trucks all his life, and he was very efficient and very accurate. While a lot of our new work was just routine maintenance, he cut down on the length of time it took with our problem visits.

The other mechanic was Arjun Trehan. He’d been born in India but came to the US when he was quite young. I found out one day when I mentioned that I was going to get some fried chicken for lunch that he liked it, too. I told him that I would bring him some and we could eat it upstairs in my now air-conditioned room.

As we ate our lunch, I found out that he was a “disappointment” to his family. He had a breakdown in high school from the pressure of getting excellent grades. His parents wanted him to be a physician like his older brother and sister. When he got out of the hospital, he went to the community college and became a mechanic. “I’m so much happier,” he confessed. “I’d always been mechanical, but I just don’t like all the work that you do with engineering.”

As he spoke, I studied him. He was about five-ten, and couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred fifty. He had beautiful black hair; it was cut so that it always looked combed. No matter how hard he worked, Arjun always looked as if he had just showered and dressed. The others joked with him about it, but I knew they were jealous.  

Dennis would be at work for fewer than five minutes and be covered in oil and grease. He said it was the sign of a true mechanic. I was surprised one day when, after Arjun had pulled a wheel and checked the brake pads, Dennis turned to me and said, “You know what that proves, right?”

“What?” I asked.

“That boy is a true queer boy. That’s how come he can stay so clean.”

I was surprised that he said that to me because he knew I liked sucking dick. He came into work early one day and caught me with some guy.

I began to wonder whether Arjun might be gay. He’d never talked about dating anyone, and I knew that Ernie might be lenient with my having fun with a customer, but he was clear that there’d be no hanky-panky between guys who worked for him.

After several months of working with the increased workload, the two new guys for a total of four mechanics plus me running the office end, things seemed to have fallen into a smooth routine. I began to notice that we had a lot of afternoon traffic for simple things like oil changes. I pointed out the numbers to Ernie, and he began to contemplate buying the land next to the shop and building a new shop with areas that allowed the mechanics to work under the car without raising them. It made sense for the oil changes, but the brakes would still require the cars to be raised. I wasn’t interested in that aspect, but I still listened and gave my input.

A week after Ernie got loan approval for the expansion, and on the day he purchased the land, things happened that changed his plan. Rain had been forecast for each day that week, but we hadn’t had anything but a sprinkle or two. The guys worked exceptionally hard to get things finished, and Arjun stayed with me to help clear out the people who were picking up their cars late. Mr. Johnson had called to confirm he’d be picking up his car at 6:30, and Arjun and I were playing gin rummy while we waited. I had everything else done. The deposit was in the safe, and everything had been put away.

“Do you want to have a pizza with me, or I can run and get some chicken?”

“I can get the chicken. You’ll be OK here while I go get it?”

“Yeah, sure.”

When he got back, Mr. Johnson was walking out to his car, and it had begun to sprinkle. Arjun came in with two bags. He held them up. “I may have over-ordered,” he laughed.

“We can go on a picnic tomorrow,” I chuckled. “Oh, you probably have plans. I didn’t mean to assume.”

“Actually, I have no plans. You know, since my family doesn’t talk to me, none of my old friends do either. You’re the only new friend I have.”

“Then we’ll definitely have a picnic with what we don’t eat tonight. Let’s go upstairs. This heat and humidity are getting to me. You know, Ernie says the new office will have air conditioning.”

“Maybe he will build a bunkhouse like the one they have on those ranches. Like Yellowstone, and all of us can live here.” He was still laughing. We started up the stairs.

“Fuck, no. I hope not. Can you imagine showering in the same room as Dennis? I bet he snores, too.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. He probably walks around naked.”

“Hey, I walk around naked,” I countered.

“You live alone, though.”

“Who’s he live with?” I asked.

“I think it’s his brother,” said Arjun.

“I might walk around in my underwear if I lived with my brother.”

“I’d have to.”

“You’d have to?” I quizzed.

“Yeah, otherwise my dick would drag on the floor.”

I burst out laughing. “I call bullshit.”

“Well, maybe not quite that long, but it’s been known to knock lamps off of tables when I turn too quickly.”

“Horseshit.” I pushed him against the wall and put my hand on his crotch. “Just as I thought. Microdick.”

“Asshole,” he laughed.  

I grabbed a blanket and spread it on the bed. “Mini picnic!” I shouted. “Did you bring drinks?”

“Yes. They’re in this bag.” Arjun put the food out. He’d purchased tenders, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and fried cherry pies.

I saw a flash of lightning. “Hey, come look at this.” Arjun joined me at the window. A large wall of grey clouds hung in the distance. Lightning danced across the sky.

“Wow, that’s wild.”

“I think we’re going to get some rain.”

“You think?”

I poked him in the side. “Who’s the asshole now? Let’s eat.” We sat on the blanket and talked about what we might do after the picnic the next day. I began to watch his mouth as he ate. He had nice-looking lips.

“You’re looking at my mouth.”

I immediately looked up and into his eyes. I felt my cheeks get warm. What the hell? You’re a slut, idiot. You walk up to guys and tell them to bend over, and you’re embarrassed about watching his lips.

Arjun stood up and walked over to my side. I was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed. He sat with his legs hanging down the side of the bed. We remained silent as we continued looking directly into one another’s eyes. “I know you’re gay,” whispered Arjun. “So am I.”

I nodded.

“I like you, Jason. You’ve been kind to me. You’ve listened to me. I want to know you better.” He brought his hand over and touched mine.

I interlaced my fingers with his fingers. “I’m attracted to you, Arjun. I haven’t said anything because I know Ernie doesn’t want us to have any romantic entanglements, but…

Arjun leaned his face closer. We kissed gently. I felt an excitement in me that I’d not known before. “Thank you for that.”

“I think that was the most exciting kiss I’ve ever had,” I admitted.

“I know you’ve been with lots of guys, Jason.”

“Yeah, I know, but none of them have ever kissed me like that.” I moved my head toward him and kissed him again. I wanted him. I could feel it, but it was different. With other guys, I just wanted to get my dick in them so I could come. This time I wanted to be with him. I kissed him again and pushed his lips slightly apart with my tongue. There was a huge flash and an instantaneous clap of thunder. The building shook.

“You make the earth move for me,” he said.

I smiled. “When we finish eating, do you want to snuggle under the covers and listen to the rain?”

“Let’s do it now. I’ve eaten a couple of pieces, and I’m satisfied for the moment. I bought way too much food; I know, I already said that.”

“OK,” I agreed. “Should we change clothes?”

“Let’s just take off these overalls.”

We cleared the bed and stripped down to our underwear. I turned off the lights, and we got into bed, both of us facing the window. I hadn’t pulled the curtains so we could see the lightning show. It danced across the sky and lit up the room. Occasionally one would be close and the thunder would make us shiver. Arjun was in front of me, and I could smell a slightly spicy scent from his hair. I rubbed my nose against his head; his hair was soft and sensual.

My hand wrapped around him and my fingers brushed up against his mildly hairy pecs. His nipple was already erect before my thumb grazed across it. I snuggled closer to him.

“I can feel your dick pushing against my ass,” he said softly.

“Does it bother you?”

“No. I like it.” He wiggled his butt against me. “Tell me, Jason. I know you’ve been with lots of guys, and that’s OK as long as you’re playing safe.”

“I always have.”

“What I want to know… I need to know if you like me. I mean, if I let you fuck me, and that’s all it is, you know, just a fuck for you, that’s OK. As long as I know it ahead of time.”

I kissed his shoulder. I already knew he was different. “I like you, Arjun. No matter what happens, I don’t want to go to work on Monday as if nothing happened.”

Arjun began to wiggle back and forth as he took his underwear off. “I’ve dreamed almost every night of feeling you inside me. Can we do it like this? I want to feel you pressed against me. I want to watch the lightning and pretend that you love me.”

“How do you know it’s pretending? Maybe I do and I just don’t realize it yet. It wouldn’t be hard to love you. You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.”

He responded by pressing his ass against me with more pressure. “Take them off. Tell me something about you that no one else knows but you.”

I removed my underwear. My erection was full, hard, and forced its way between his cheeks.

“Oh, wow.” Arjun pulled a cheek up, and I slipped down and in and against his opening. I reached around and touched his member.  

“Tell me a secret.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m here because God took me from a horrible place and put me with Ernie and Sophia. I’ve never told anyone that I believe and that He will take care of me.”

Neither of us spoke or moved. There was another crack of thunder.

“Arjun, I’m sure He sent you into my life.”

“Then I’m yours, Jason.”

I kissed his ear. “There’s a little bottle under the pillow on your side.” He handed it to me, and I made sure to apply it liberally. I pressed against him. “Take deep breaths.” The initial penetration was the most difficult. For the first time, I cared whether he was in any pain or discomfort. As I entered into him more deeply, the rain pelted against the roof more loudly. I paused once I reached what I believed to be the limit of my entry. “Just relax”

“It feels so big; I wasn’t expecting that. It tingles.”

“That’s normal.” I began to wiggle a little.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but it’s making my cock drip and it feels really good. Keep doing it.”

I started to use larger and longer strokes.

“Oh, Jason. That feels so good. Oh. I didn’t know it could feel that good.” Arjun continued to moan and comment.

The incredible sensation of him wrapped around my cock differed from the building desire to come, which is what I usually felt when I had my did in someone’s ass. What I wanted now was to make him feel good. My feeling good was simply a benefit of that desire. The intensity built as I increased the speed and frequency. I pushed hard against him and came.

“Oh, Jason, I can feel that.” I gripped his dick with my hand and jerked it. I still had some lubricant on it, so my grasp was not firm. Arjun’s body had a ripple of spasm pass through it, and I felt a small bit of cum squirt into my hand. Arjun turned to face me. We kissed as the clatter of hail against the room obliterated any sound we made.

A howling of wind made me shiver. “Get some clothes on,” I shouted. I slipped my underwear on and grabbed some sweatpants. I handed a pair to Arjun and slipped into mine. I had no sweatshirts, just t-shirts, so I gave him one of those as well. The building began to shake, and a board came through the window, striking me at the bottom edge of my rib cage. My body seemed to explode in pain.

Arjun grabbed me and pulled me down the stairs. We hunkered at the bottom. I’m not sure how he had the wherewithal to grab his cell phone, but he dialed 911. I heard the announcement that circuits were busy, but he kept trying until he got through.

I woke up in the hospital with cracked ribs, a punctured lung, and a bruised liver. Had Arjun not been there to get me downstairs and to get help, I’m sure I would not have survived. But God had sent him into my life for more than just a rescue, I was sure of it.

The weather service concluded that straight-line winds were responsible. A lumber pile on an abandoned lot had been blown into the building. My apartment was obliterated; the back wall of the building was severely damaged, and water from the storm had come in through the holes to damage some of the equipment. With the insurance and the loan for the new building, Ernie changed the design. It was grander than ever.

I moved in with Arjun until our new apartment was finished. We would be living above the new shop in style with a two-bedroom apartment with hot water.