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River Foster
What does the world look like from my point-of-view? Honestly, I’d rather hear what the world looks like from your point of view, but that’s not why you’re here. I’ve always hated talking about myself. There’s something about it that makes me feel… Icky. I’m thankful though, that this story isn’t solely about me. It’s about so much more. It’s about how two, ridiculously opposite worlds, collide.
“Hey bro, can I steal a ride to campus? My goddamn car won’t start again.” Gil said as he stomped out his cigarette on the broken cement we called a patio.
We had been roommates for most of my adult life and seeing as we’re both weird townies, the match seemed like a no-brainer. I’ve known Baxter “Gil” Gillan since second grade. Because our last names fell next to one another, alphabetically, our lockers remained next to each other from elementary school, to and through high school. Small towns rarely change in that sense. It’s awful for the most part, but when it came to school, I always had a small sense of security knowing I’d get to see Gil in passing.
I’ve never been good at school and it’s not for a lack of trying. I was the weird, queer kid. There were bullies. You know the drill. That story is unfortunately all too common, but that’s why I’ve always stuck around Gil. He fell into that group of kids that genuinely didn’t give a shit about what anyone else was doing and in return, got along with everyone. He’s even like that as a roommate. Gil doesn’t care who, what, or how you are, as long as you can pay the rent and aren’t incredibly intrusive.
“Yeah, of course, bro,” I said, throwing my book bag over my shoulder as Gil ran inside, quickly emerging with his own backpack in hand. “Hop in, my dude.”
Gil knew I was giving him crap, but he knew how much I cared for him and that I would never intentionally hurt his feelings, so he thankfully didn’t care. It was simply our dynamic.
We made the venture across our tiny town to Lake Stanfield Community College as Gil relayed all the small-town gossip to me.
“Dude, did you hear that Tammy is pregnant?”
“No!” I gasped.
“Come on man, that’s juicy shit!”
“I guess,” I’ve never really cared for gossip. I can’t imagine the nasty things people said about me after I transitioned. “I want real juicy shit, Gil. Like… Underground bunkers! You know there’s supposedly a whole maze of complex tunnels under town?”
“No fuckin’ way,” Gil mumbled, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.
“It’s true, dude. Well… Supposedly true.”
“Huh,” Gil paused, blowing a tobacco filled puff out the window. “Well anyway, I feel kinda bad for ole Tammy ’cause she don’t even know Brandon is cheatin’ on her.”
“Jesus,” I said, pulling my car into the small community college parking lot. “That sucks.”
I didn’t know how else to respond. It was conversations like this that made me wonder what I was still doing here, trying to be best friends with Gil. As great as Gil was, he and I didn’t have any major or authentic bond. Any friends I had in this town had gone the second they got their college acceptance letters a decade ago. Still, it was at least easy to be here. I had a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a job. Did I need a change or just want one? Was I happy? Who knows?
I didn’t love attending college, especially at a time that felt so late in life. Even though I was only 26, I felt like an elder compared to the 18 and 19-year-olds I attended class with, but at least I wasn’t dealing with what Gil was dealing with.
The guy had practically already graduated. He had 3 credit hours left before he attained his certificate, but let it drag out as long as he could so he wouldn’t have to reapply for his job as a concessions manager on campus. He was in the post-graduate mourning period before he even finished school. I told him I could get him a job at Bostancı Fetiş Escort the gas station with me, but in the end, I think we both agreed that living together and working together would cause some serious unnecessary tension, which is the nice way of saying he’d want to rip every last one of the teal-colored hairs off my head.
We strolled into the dirty, fluorescent light-filled hallway before parting ways.
“Catch ya after class or you gettin’ a ride later?”
“Ah, I’ll find someone. If not, I’ll walk. S’nice day at least. Thanks for the ride, dude. Owe ye one!”
This is what my everyday looks like. Thrilling stuff, huh? I wake up around 1 P.M., run to Creative Writing or English 201 – depending on the day – then come home, shower, eat, and do homework, all before heading to my graveyard shift at the gas station.
This day was different though. It was a Tuesday. The sun was out, which was rare for Lake Stanfield – overcast was our normal – but everyone was oddly chipper. There was an electric buzz in the air as I opened the door to the classroom that was filled with all the regular early birds. I sat in the back, like always, and began dumping my cheap school supplies on my desk before mindlessly scrolling through my phone.
When I looked up, the room was alive and filled with people. The professor had arrived and was casually talking to the class about the weekend. Things were about to begin when the door opened and he walked in.
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Dustin Garnier
“Have you ever slept with a guy!?” Cassie yelled over the vibrating beats.
“What!?” Dustin pointed at his ears, shaking his head. The two best friends always did this. They would need a night out to blow off steam, wanting to chat and drink, and moan about awful things involving working at Dustin’s father’s company, only to end up at the loudest club possible.
“I said, have you ever slept with a guy!?”
Dustin laughed, forming irresistible smile lines on his narrow cheeks.
“Once!” he yelled. “Why!? Have you!?”
Cassie laughed back, swaying her hips to the music, spilling her Whiskey Sour and shaking her head.
“No! Do you know how some people say they’re as ‘straight as an arrow’!? Well, I’m as gay as an arrow!” Cassie’s arms raised over her head as the music drowned her senses.
As her senses drowned out, Dustin’s felt laser-focused. The music’s vibrations made him keenly aware of how his skin touched the fabric of his shirt and how each thread of his pants rubbed against his muscular thighs.
“Speaking of sleeping with people – I need to get laid!”
Cassie’s expression twisted with concern.
“Are you doing OK, Dusty!?”
Raising his index finger, Dustin pointed toward the ceiling, signaling to Cassie that they should move their conversations to the quieter bar above. As they moved up the spiral staircase, Dustin rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
‘How am I supposed to tell Cass that I wanna I’m thinking about quitting working for my dad? God, I can’t imagine the headlines. Let alone, Cassie’s reaction. What if she wants to quit too?’
At the LED lit bar, with the walls vibrating, Dustin ordered the pair long island ice teas.
“Are you trying to get me to blackout?” Cassie laughed.
“Ew! Of course not! I’m trying to get me to blackout.”
“OK, seriously. What is going on?” Cassie had her hand resting on the back of Dustin’s shoulder, rubbing small comforting circles into his shirt.
“I don’t know, Cass. Lately, I’ve just been feeling… Out of place. Does working for my dad ever make you feel like… I don’t know. Like there’s more to life than carrying on your parents’ dreams?”
“Well… No, but then again – I don’t work for my own father. I work for yours and I work there because I love what your father stands for and the company stands for. I chose to work there as you, kind of, didn’t. So I can imagine how you might feel that way, hon.”
Dustin nodded as he gulped his long island.
“It’s just like… How am I supposed to leave? Can you imagine the headlines and what that would do to the company? What would that imply?”
“People will talk no matter what. I don’t think your father would want you to be unhappy. I know your mother would have been so proud to see you take initiative to go down your own path.”
“I guess but, I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. I’m…” Dustin’s gaze fell to nowhere as his eyes glossed over.
“You’re what?”
“I’m almost 36 years old. It’s too late for me.” He clenched his jaw, doing his best to prevent any tears that might fall. He knew crying wasn’t weak, but he still couldn’t help feeling Bostancı Gecelik Escort embarrassed about it.
“Hey!” Cassie yelled at the top of her lungs. Dustin’s eyes widened as she waved her arms wildly and made ridiculous faces, her drink sloshing, and spilling wherever she moved. It was childish, still, Dustin couldn’t help but smile and forget his troubles for one second.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
“My therapist says a good way to get yourself out of a despair spiral is to distract yourself really quickly until you can come back to it, a little calmer. I was trying to distract you. Did it work?”
Dustin nodded, laughing.
“Good! Now what you said before. It is not too late. It’s never too late! That’s like saying, it’s too late to try something new in bed to see if I like it, or it’s too late to try a new food. This new thing could make you happier than you’ve ever been in your life!
Once upon a time, there was a woman around your age who was extremely unhappy. She, too, lived every day moving along the standards of society she was put in. Just like you. And just like you, she knew it wasn’t a fit for her. She knew she could either keep going the rest of her life, walking along the cobblestone path that someone already laid out for her, or she could take a leap and tell the world what she wanted.
This new thing was big and scary though. How would people react? What if it was already too late for her to make that change? She had, after all, laid a foundation for another life.
But Cassie – I mean, this woman -“
The two drunkenly giggled.
“This woman took a leap because she knew the rest of her life could be so, so long. She couldn’t bear the idea of living out all that time so unhappy. She figured, even if she died tomorrow, that change she needed wouldn’t have been too late because at least she made it happen. So you know what she did?” Cassie smiled wide, with her big white teeth and her glossy, made-up eyes.
“Did she come out of the closet?”
“She came out of the closet! But wait, there’s more.”
Dustin gasped, playfully.
“Not only did she come out of the closet, but she wanted to do something with her life that felt meaningful. She wanted to work with and for people she loved and trusted, doing something that she felt had a positive impact. So she went to work for Mr. Marius Garnier and has been livin’ it up, ever since.”
Dustin smiled at Cassie, wrapping his arms around her for a hug that released any sadness he felt.
Cassie was right. She had made a drastic change not even two whole years earlier. She changed her career, she left her own corporate throne to do exactly what he was struggling with right now. In comparison, trying to find his own career seemed so small.
“How do you even begin finding out what you want to do in life?”
“Hm…” Cassie thought, dramatically resting her index finger and thumb on her chin. “What do you like to do? For free?”
“Have sex.”
“OK…” Cassie began, slightly frustrated. “You could make a career out of that. I know an escort upstairs who makes more than we do. We could talk to them! What else?”
Just then, a very tall man sauntered up to the bar. His skin was rich, and his hair was extremely dark, and down to his chin. His eyes were light, no doubt grabbing the attention of anyone who laid their gaze on the man, and his black faux leather jacket shone under the colorful lights. Dustin’s jaw dropped as Cassie snapped in front of his face.
“Yeah, yeah. Good idea, Cass.” said Dustin, with his gaze still attached to the stranger.
The tall man got a bottle of water and just as he was about to leave, his own eyes met Dustin’s. A butterfly inducing smirk kissed his lips that slowly turned into a small smile. Dustin couldn’t help but smile, drunkenly at the man. The leather jacket man pointed upward, before winking and moving toward the stairs, leaving Dustin in awe.
“Did you see that hot man?”
“How could I not? I don’t think you even blinked, staring at him,” said Cassie.
“God, I wish I would have brought my camera. He’d be a perfect model.”
Just then, Cassie grabbed Dustin’s arm. The strength in her grip tore him away from the path the man had taken, upstairs, and finally back to their conversation.
“Have you ever thought about going to school for photography?”
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Dustin felt the man press his muscular, warm torso onto his own. He had just learned the tall, leather-jacket-man’s name was Giovanni, seconds before their lips were crashing like waves onto one another.
Their hungry, sloppy kisses danced as Giovanni took Dustin’s cheeks in his hand, deepening Bostancı Genç Escort the passion. Their tongues roamed as beads of sweat drew on Giovanni’s forehead as the men tumbled and rolled between the soft, silk sheets.
“I’ve…” Dustin breathed as Giovanni’s kisses trailed down his chin. “I’ve never been with an escort before.”
“No? But I see you in here quite often. I assumed it was for us.”
Dustin shook his head.
“If I do get with someone, I usually go home with them.”
“Old school,” Giovanni smirked. “That is very exciting. I also assumed your beautiful friend would be joining us.”
“You make a lot of assumptions, Giovanni. Did you assume that my beautiful friend is gay?” Dustin said, finally allowing his smirk to match Giovanni’s.
“I suppose I did not. I did, however,” Giovanni’s voice dropped, as he pressed his soft, hot lips against Dustin’s jaw. “Assume that you have a very… Delicious… Cock. Are you going to prove me wrong there, too?”
A loud whimper escaped Dustin’s lips as Giovanni’s tongue danced over the delicate skin of his neck. If he hadn’t been stiff enough at that point, Giovanni’s allure had only proved to make him painfully hard. His erection throbbed in his pants, pressed against the tight fabric, begging to be let free.
“Why don’t we find out?” Dustin said as Giovanni unfastened Dustin’s pants, pushing them down his thighs.
Giovanni crawled to the end of the bed, sensually, releasing his own erection from its cloth prison before returning on all fours. He dipped his head down to Dustin’s boxer briefs, kissing and nibbling at his thighs.
The heat bubbled through the thin fabric of Dustin’s underwear, causing him to release an anticipated cry. The heat from Giovanni’s mouth moved closer and closer to his erection, until, finally his mouth moved down Dustin’s length. Dustin did all he could to prevent his hips from bucking up but the teasing had already caused him to leak precum and his hips were on the verge of acting involuntarily.
Giovanni’s tongue swirled, hot, amazing, circles around Dustin’s head through the fabric as his skilled hand massaged his base.
“P-please…” Dustin begged, biting his lips as his legs twitched.
“Oh, but it is so fun to tease.” Giovanni’s voice was as deliciously rich as his skin. “You cannot wait to have your stiff cock down my warm, wet throat?”
He felt Giovanni’s fingers curl around the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” Dustin breathed a chuckle. “You’re bad, Giovanni.”
Suddenly, his erection was exposed. Dustin’s underwear had been pushed down his thighs to meet his pants while his hard member penetrated the thick, hot air. Giovanni released a loud, hungry growl at the sight and Dustin could feel Giovanni move one of his hands toward his own stiffness.
Dipping his head slightly, Giovanni ran his tongue along the soft underside of Dustin’s cock. He ran it from the base to the tip, where his tongue continued their light, teasing swirls before he took him in his mouth as far as he could.
“Oh God,” Dustin breathed, pressing his head as far back into the silk-covered pillows as it could go.
His eyes squeezed shut as if his sense of sight took away from his sense of feeling and touch. He felt Giovannia’s wet mouth move up and down his length. He let his eyes open occasionally, only to be met with the sight of the escort’s raven hair bobbing up and down on him.
As Giovanni groaned, the vibrations nearly overwhelmed Dustin. He couldn’t believe how soon he was going to orgasm and how tightly wound he had been.
Dustin desperately wanted to last longer, but Giovanni’s mouth was too good. The man moved as if he knew exactly how Dustin liked it and took his subtle cues if something was too much or not enough.
As the warm pleasure rose within Dustin, Giovanni’s plump lips continued working up and down Dustin’s length. He worked, rhythmically stroking with his mouth. When Dustin’s breathing grew loud and shallow, Giovanni moved a beat faster.
Dustin groaned as sweat dripped down his face. He couldn’t feel anything except the immense pleasure surrounding his cock.
“I’m gonna…C-c-c-” He cried as Giovanni’s warm fast pace continued through his deep hungry grunts as if he were urging Dustin. Giovanni’s moans didn’t keep Dustin teetering on the edge. They pushed him off the cliff and stars exploded within him and warmth spread through his limbs.
Dustin shot his load deep within Giovanni’s mouth as he rode out his orgasm, gyrating, sweating, breathing deeply. The waves of pleasure rolled through him – large at first – until they weakened and died down, leaving Dustin heavy-lidded and breathless.
He gazed at the flashing LED lights on the ceiling as the ambient beats from the club came back to him and he realized he had yet to be truly fulfilled. It wasn’t that Giovanni was bad at his job – no, no. Giovanni was amazing at his job. It was that Dustin, as a whole, simply needed a change.
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