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My Downward Spiral....
Tonight I found out something I've always wanted to know. One of the bussers at my work is gay. By 'Gay', I mean full on flamer. Tonight at work while it rained, we stood outside under an awning and had a cigarette. He started to tell me of his sexual escapades. I asked him if he ever had sex with anyone from this restaurant. He told me he did. As I named the employees who worked here, he told me 'Yes', and 'No', as to whether he had sex with them. Pedro did not hesitate to give me full details. After we came back in, it was hard for me to look at all these macho cooks, without imagining them having sex with Pedro. They all seemed very non-threatening now.
When it came time to close the restaurant, I helped Pedro with his cleaning duties. I tried to think of employees I knew, who used to work at this location. One of the names that popped in my head was Enrique. When I first met Enrique I thought he was handsome. He worked as a waiter at the store I trained at. During my kitchen training, he helped me with peeling onions. He did this off the clock, and this made me like him even more. I found out he was married with a child, so I knew he was straight, and therefore nothing would ever happen between us.
When I finished training, I went to the location I was to work at permanently. There behind the bar was Enrique. I didn't know he worked at this location as well. I was very happy to see him. But this is when it became a little confusing for me. During my stay at this store, Enrique would always give me back massages, talk to me outside when I smoked, invite me to his home for dinner ( his wife and child were away ), ask me to go out with him, and once while I was sitting on a counter top, he rubbed my inner thighs. He knew I was gay, so I became really confused. But the fact that he was married, I just assumed he was a 'Cool' straight guy. Two blissful years of this and then I was transferred to a different location.
Four years have passed since I first met him, and five months have passed since I last worked with him. Tonight while bringing in chairs from our patio, Pedro gave me the shock of my life.
" I had sex with him too " Pedro said while mopping the floor.
" Really?" I asked, I started to get shivers throughout my body.
" Yeah. He has a really big dick "
" Really? You slept with Enrique?"
" Uh huh. We do it in my apartment. He's so big, I thought when I grabbed it, that it was his arm." he started to laugh at this.
" Really? " I truly could not believe what I was hearing.
" Yeah. He fucked me while I was leaning out my window. It's always a fantasy of mine."
Pedro told me the whole story. I felt very jealous of Pedro. But I also felt so much hope. All those times Enrique massaged my back, rubbed my legs, and wanted to hang out with me. Was he trying to come on to me? I truly hope so. In fact I believe it to be true.
That night while driving home, I called Enrique on his cell phone (we have a phone directory of all employees) and left a message. I told him he should try to work here, because we have an opening for a Bartender. I told him to hurry up and call me if he wants it, and I left my cell phone number. Now, I know he's married. I know he has a child. But God Damn, I just want to have sex with him.
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