Parallel Lives

Parallel Lives

Chapter 1

Caleb

I grew up in a medium-sized city in the Midwest called Mooresville. I had a pretty average and uneventful childhood. I had an older sister, Miranda, and a younger brother, Levi, and my parents were good parents, and both worked to provide us with all the basic necessities. We weren’t wealthy but they were able to keep us fed and give us the little extras too. My dad worked for the city, as a maintenance man, and mom was a bookkeeper for a small auto parts store.

I wasn’t the best student in school, it wasn’t that I wasn’t smart, I just didn’t care. My teachers just couldn’t tell me why I needed to know what year the French Revolution happened. To this date the only time I have ever needed to know that tidbit of information was on that test in 9th grade World History. I preferred to play sports and build or fix things, my dad would even buy old lawn mowers at garage sales for $5, just to let me take them apart. I think I did get one of them running.

As I got into high school, all my friends started to date girls, again, it just didn’t interest me. I had a group of friends that I ran around with, we weren’t the popular crowd, but we weren’t at the bottom of the social ladder either. I was told I was good-looking, but again I wasn’t concerned with impressing others. I just liked to hang out with them and shoot hoops or go to a movie as a group.

As we got closer to graduation, I started to notice that I was becoming even less interested in the girls in my class, and I was checking out all my friends in the locker room. I just told myself that that it was normal curiosity and once I met the right girl, I would be just like all my other friends.

When I started my senior year, mom and dad began to talk to me about college. I told them that I didn’t think I wanted to continue my education. Dad told me that if I wasn’t going to college or a trade school, I would need to get a job and by the fall after graduation I would need to find my own place to live. I think they were a little bit surprised when I said that would be just fine, in fact I was looking forward to it. Mom finally agreed when I said I would work for a year first and then think about going to college.

A week after graduation I started working for Mooresville Plastics. It was a manufacturing plant in town that made food containers, you know all those small bowls that chip dip and sour cream are sold in. It paid pretty well and had good benefits, and I started to put money away so I could get my own place in a few months. All the new hires started in the packaging area, after a month I was getting bored and asked my supervisor if I could move to another area. He was soon training me on a new machine and over the next two years I learned how to operate almost all the equipment in the plant.

I had even saved up enough to move out of my folk’s house well before the original deadline that my dad had given me. I found a small apartment and I was soon on my own, dad had helped me buy a decent car, since he didn’t have to help me pay for my college.

The plant ran 24/7, since it was more efficient to keep the machines running than to start them up every day. It would take several hours for the machines to heat up enough to melt the plastic. Because of this I worked 12-hour shifts, I would work two days, have two days off, work three days and have two days off, and two more days on and then off for three, then the schedule would repeat. Basically, we worked 7 out of 14 days on a rotating basis. The days were long, but it was nice having days off in the middle of the week.

Once I had settled into my routine and was making money, I knew college was probably not going to happen. My boss was pleased with my work and that I was willing and able to work in any area, he started to groom me to become a lead person and then move me up to a supervisor once one of those positions became available.

I made friends with a lot of the other workers, since most of my high school friends were off to college. I still hadn’t met a girl that I wanted to be with, but I was noticing a few guys that I did like. Dad had given me his old laptop, and I soon found myself drifting toward some gay sex sites. Damn, was I gay? Why was I more turned on by guys than I was with girls? It got to the point that whenever I got online, I started to skip any straight porn and went right to the gay sites.

I had no idea how to meet another gay guy, if there were any gay bars in town, I sure didn’t know about them. I was really wanting to try sex with a man, but didn’t know where to start, it just wasn’t something I could casually ask my dad about. I couldn’t ask the guys at work either, it wasn’t that they wouldn’t accept me, but they were mostly all married and wouldn’t know how to find a gay guy either.

I had just turned 21 and as we were on our lunch break, a few of the guys were teasing me about finally being able to go to the bar with them now. We were being trained on a new piece of equipment that had recently been installed.  Bruce, the trainer that the company sent for the week, heard them, and laughed along with the rest. After break, we went back to our training and when the shift was ending, I went to my locker to get ready to go home. I shut my locker door and Bruce was standing there.

He smiled, “I heard the guys razzing you about being able to go to a bar now.”

I blushed, “yeah, I turned 21 last week.”

He said, “Happy Birthday, look I’m just going back to my hotel, I could go for a beer, if you want one, I will buy you a birthday drink.”

I thought a minute, “sure, why not, I don’t have to work tomorrow, where did you want to go?”

He smiled, “there is a bar a block from my hotel, I found it last night. It’s called the Final Stop, on Broad Street.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I’ve seen that place, I know where it is. I’m still in my work clothes, I should shower first.”

He said, “me too, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

I smiled, “sounds good.”

I headed home to clean up. Bruce was about 10 or 12 years older than I was, about 6’ with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples. He looked fit but not overly muscular, I caught myself, stop thinking like that. I am sure he just wanted to get a drink, he was alone in town for his job and didn’t want to sit in a bar by himself.

I took my shower and since it was the middle of summer, I pulled on a pair of shorts, polo shirt and a pair of flip flops. I saw Bruce walking into the bar as I parked my car. I walked in and saw Bruce getting a beer at the bar, I joined him.

He smiled, “what would you like?”

“I’ll have a Bud Light.” I said.

The bar tender checked my ID before he handed me the bottle, we found a table and sat down. I took a drink and looked around, there wasn’t a woman in the place. I continued to scan the room, there were two guys dancing together by the juke box, and two others were holding hands at the end of the bar.

Bruce noticed I was starting to fidget, “are you ok?”

I took another drink, “is this a…”

He chuckled, “yes, it’s a gay bar.”

I looked at him, “are you gay?”

He nodded, “yes, is that a problem?”

My mind raced, “no, not at all.” I took another big gulp from my bottle.

Bruce said, “if you would be more comfortable someplace else, we can leave.”

I shook my head, “no, this is fine, besides, I don’t know any other bars. I haven’t had time to find them yet.” I rolled my eyes at myself, why was I so nervous, I need to quit talking before I looked like a complete idiot.

He smiled, “like I said, I stumbled on this place last night and thought it would be more fun to not drink alone. From listening to the rest of the guys at the plant, you were about the only single one.”

I felt the heat fill my face, “yeah, I guess I am.”

He asked, “so you don’t have a girlfriend?”

I shook my head, “no, kind of hard with my work schedule.”

He nodded, “yeah, I’m on the road all the time with my job, so it’s hard for me too.”

I took another drink of my beer, “so you don’t have a boy, er I mean partner, or um, anyone?”

He chuckled, “no, I am single. Look, there is no need to be so nervous, I won’t be offended by your questions. We can even talk about something else.”

I looked down, “sorry.”

Bruce said, “no need to be sorry, so what do you like to do when you aren’t working?”

I suddenly relaxed and we ordered another beer and before long we were talking like I talked with all my coworkers. We discussed our families, sports, and the new equipment that he was training us on. Before long, it was two hours later.

Bruce took the last drink of his beer, “well, maybe we should call it a night.”

I nodded, “I guess so, thanks for inviting me out, I had a nice time.”

He smiled, “I thought you might.”

I looked at him, “really? You thought I might like a drink or…?” I stopped, shit, I may have had one too many beers, I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

He said, “I just thought you might want a drink, and maybe have a talk.”

I was still unsure where this was headed, “it was nice to talk to someone new, I like the guys I work with, but there are some things that I can’t talk about with them.”

He nodded, “I don’t want you to feel any pressure, and just say no if you want. Would you like to talk a little more back in my hotel room.”

I downed the rest of my beer, and maybe it was going to my head, but I said, “yeah, I think I would like that.”

I followed Bruce to his room, he had a nice room with a king-size bed, a couple of chairs and a table in the corner. I sat at the table and Bruce grabbed a couple of bottles of water out of his mini bar, He handed one to me.

I opened the bottle, “thanks.” He sat across the table from me.

He smiled and asked, “what were we talking about?”

I shrugged, “I don’t remember.” I paused a few minutes, “can I ask you something?”

He took a drink, “sure Caleb, you can ask me anything.”

I took a deep breath, “how did you know you were gay.”

He tilted his head back, “wow, right to it, huh? Well, I guess I knew pretty early. I didn’t have the same interest in girls that my buddies in high school did and one night I had a sleep over with my friend Donnie Shaw. He found some of his dad’s porn magazines, we decided to jack off and without warning, Donnie grabbed my cock. I didn’t stop him, then I returned the favor. The next time we went a little bit further and sucked each other. We spent the next couple of years experimenting and messing around.”

I was surprised that my dick was suddenly hard, I sputtered, “wow.”

He asked, “did you ever mess around with your friends?”

I shook my head, “no.”

“Did you want to?”

I thought a minute, “maybe a little bit, but how do you know who else is gay?”

He chuckled, “you don’t, oh, you can tell with some guys, but it’s not easy.”

I just sat there trying to take this all in, not sure what to say next.

He asked, “so you have never been with another guy?”

I felt the blood rush to my face, “no, I have never been with anyone.”

“Do you think that you might be gay?”

I swallowed hard, “yes, I think I might.”

He stood and pulled me to my feet, “if I do something you aren’t comfortable with, just tell me to stop, ok?”

 I just nodded. Bruce leaned in and kissed my lips, I pulled back slightly. He asked, “you, ok?” Again, I just nodded. He leaned back in and this time I kissed him back, within seconds I had my arms wrapped around him in a death grip. He guided us to the bed as we continued to make out, and I fell on top of him, our lips never leaving each other. I felt him pulling my shirt up, we paused our kiss just long enough for him to pull it over my head. He ran his hands over my chest and back, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. My flip flops fell to the floor as Bruce rolled me onto my back and unbuttoned my shorts. He kissed me again and he pulled both my shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. He stood there looking at me completely naked sprawled across the bed. I felt myself blush as he smiled, “very nice.”

He reached down and grabbed the rocket ship that was sticking straight up from my crotch, I jerked and gasped. For the first time in my life, my cock was being touched by someone other than me. He gently started to stroke up and down. I closed my eyes and moaned as I twitched to his touch. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he paused the stroking, and his lips replaced his hand on my dick. I never knew my cock could be this hard and every nerve I had in my body was being stimulated. My hands instinctively went to the back of Bruce’s head as he took me to my balls. Just as I thought I was going to cum, he let my cock fall from his mouth, it landed on my stomach with a load thump. He came back up and we picked up our make out session. My head cleared slightly, and I realized that Bruce was still fully clothed.

I broke our kiss, “can I take your clothes off?”

He smiled, “of course, do whatever you want.”

He kicked his shoes and socks off as I pulled his shirt over his head. I moved down to his pants and as I leaned down to get them over his feet I had his rock-hard dick, right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and took him in as deep as I could, nearly choking. He said, “relax, it’s not a race.” He gave me a few pointers and encouragement and soon I was sucking moans from his mouth. We moved so that we suck each other at the same time, my head was spinning. It was amazing, I had never felt the pleasure of bare skin against bare skin before. Bruce turned me on my back, and he pushed my legs up, I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he bent down and ran his tongue across my exposed ass. I heard myself say, “holy fuck.”

I looked down a Bruce grinning, “did you like that?” Again, I was only able to nod, as he went back to work on my hole. I’m still not sure how long he was rimming me, but the next thing I knew, Bruce’s cock was working its way into my tight ass. I gasped and the slight pain soon turned to complete pleasure, he pushed in further and after he hit my love button a few times, my cock exploded all over my heaving chest and stomach. The second spurt of cum landing on my own lips, I greedily licked it up. Damn, I guess I like the taste of cum too. A few minutes later, Bruce growled and helped me lick the rest of the cum from my lips as he filled my gut with his creamy cum.

He rolled off me and we lay there, trying to catch our breath.

Bruce asked, “are you ok?”

Once more, all I could do was nod.

He chuckled, “you were great, I hope you liked it too.”

I finally found my voice, “yes, I liked it very much.”

He leaned up on his elbow, “So, do you still think you might be gay?”

I looked him in the eyes, “no I don’t.”

He looked confused, “you don’t?”

I said, “nope, I don't think, I know I’m gay.”