Gay Erotica Hot and Sexy Story

By Danych Oneal

Gay Erotica Hot and Sexy Story – Gay erotic mystery of Lust and Passion Gay erotic Romance, Gay erotica Short Story with Seduction and Hardcore Gay Sex is a steamy collection filled with two very sexy but heart-warming gay erotic romance stories that will leave readers emotional and hot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329051836

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Gay Erotica Hot and Sexy Story

Gay Erotica Hot and Sexy story

Danych Oneal

ISBN: 978-1-329-05183-6

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DAVID GILL

CHAPTER 1

I suppose I should start at the beginning of my story. My name is David Gill, I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. At five feet, ten inches and about 150 pounds, I'm not a big guy, but it's not like I'm a wuss. I'm striker on the soccer team at my school and I did karate for about five years, I was pretty good at it too, so I know how to handle myself.

That day started like any other, with an alarm. My clock went off at 6:30am, leaving me just enough time to shower before I left for work. I had gotten a job as a dishwasher for the past few summers, and it was my last day before school started. I turned on the water and stepped into the cubicle, the water soaking my hair and running down my chest. I turned to examine myself in the mirror, looking over my chest and stomach. I had been working out recently and it was starting to show. Realizing suddenly how long I had been in the shower, I hurriedly dried off, tousling my medium length brown hair and messily spiking it in the front.

I pulled on my usual work outfit; black slacks, and white shirt. A glance at the clock on my dresser told my that I'd have to hurry if I didn't want to be late. Rushing, I pulled on my shoes as I hopped out the door. I was in luck, I had just missed my step-dad this morning. My step-dad, or Phillip, as my mom wanted me to call him, had been living with us for about a year. I never knew my real dad, as he had died soon after I was born. People are always sympathetic when they hear that, but I always figured you can't miss what you never knew. It took me about ten minutes to walk to the restaurant where I work. Strolling in the front doors, I was greeted by my supervisor, Jill.

Hey David, this is your last day isn't it? Asked Jill, as she stacked the menus by the maitre'd podium.

Unfortunately. I replied wistfully. I really wished I could stay on, I found dishwashing to be surprisingly relaxing. However, going to a boarding school prevented me from maintaining any sort of employment.

That's a shame, said Jill, good dishwashers are hard to find. She winked playfully at me as I pushed through the double doors to the kitchen. Jill always flirted with me like that, and I could never tell if she was serious or not. Either way, I would never reciprocate. Jill wasn't really my type of girl. Don't get me wrong, she was a pretty and twenty-ish, and she looked good when she wanted to, I was just never attracted to her.

Good morning, amigo! Javier, the head chef greeted me. I hear you're leaving us again. Is this true?

Regrettably, I have to go back to school eventually. I said.

Bah, school! You don't need school, stay here with us compadre. said Javier, half jokingly.

You know I would if I could. I teased, tying my apron behind my back, this is the only place that would hire me. Javier laughed, he always joked that dishwashers are a dime a dozen, but I was worth at least twenty cents.

The rest of the day was routine; customers ate, dishes came to me and I washed them and put them back out for Javier. At the end of the day, I was pretty exhausted. My departure was marked with a hug from Jill that got a little cheeky, and a speech from Javier in spanish, which I didn't understand at all. As I walked home, I decided to stop in the 7-11 near my house to buy an energy drink.