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Danny woke up in the Saturday afternoon and groaned.
He was having yet another amazing dream featuring the mechanic stud. They were in the auto shop, alone, talking about metallic colours, while eating from a fruit platter placed on the hood of Roberto's red car. Then Danny turned to look at Roberto. He was naked and hard. He pushed the platter off the hood and slammed Danny down onto it. With his hand digging inside the boy's white briefs, the mechanic hovered over Danny and sucked on the piece of cantaloupe in the boy's mouth. Danny gasped and came.
And then he woke up alone in his bed, warm jizz spreading beneath his underwear. He buried his face in his blanket and wished he could go back to the wet dream.
Right after he got back from the oil change three weeks ago, Danny asked his mom when the tires needed to get rotated.
"January 30, a month from now. Are you worried I'll send you again?"
"No, mom. Actually, I..."
"Danny, I should be free to take the Civic myself. Don't worry, okay?"
"Mom, it's not that. I was gonna say, I wouldn't mind going for you again."
Ms. Yeung stopped looking at the hydro bill and stared at Danny. "But, you hate the mechanic's."
Danny walked past his mom and went to the fridge. "Well, actually...it's not so bad." Ms. Yeung's eyes followed his son and narrowed. She knew something was up.
"Who was there at the shop?"
"Huh?" Danny continued to avoid his mother's stare and grabbed the chocolate milk. Suddenly, Ms. Yeung's eyebrows shot up.
"Roberto was there, wasn't he??"
"Yeah, so?" Danny stared hard at the pouring liquid.
"Oh, Danny, my son..." She walked up to Danny and tried to wrap her hands around his cheeks, but her son frowned and slipped away. "What did he do?"
"Argh, mom, nothing happened!" It was too late. As Danny made a hasty retreat upstairs to his room, his mom began her tirade against handsome, suave heartbreakers, whom she'd met her share of back in her younger days.
That was three weeks ago. Yesterday, over supper, her mother made it clear that if Danny wanted to go to the mechanic's again, it would be under his mother's hawk-eyed watch. His father looked up from his iPad and wondered what was going on.
The boy was certain that however lame he could make himself appear, his mom would only make things about ten times worse. So, he reluctantly decided not to go back to see Roberto. The wet dreams only got more intense after that, like the one from last night. They were always in the auto shop.
After Danny showered the night sweat and the jizz off of his slender, smooth body, he went back to his bedroom, turned on his laptop, and continued working on his long document assignment in his tighty whities. A few minutes later, while editing the pages he'd written, his cell phone played a Kylie song. It was Richie, his best friend.
"Hi Danny! Did I wake you?" he asked sarcastically.
"Richie, it's three in the afternoon."
"I'm doing great, thanks for asking."
"How was last night?"
"Oh, the same: the guys I was interested in didn't give a crap, and the other guys were all slimy-sleazy on me and I was like, 'Ew', One of them had to have been in his 30s...like, sorry, I'm not looking for a daddy."
"Are you so sure?" Danny remembered all the times in the gay clubs when older guys thought Richie and he were gay twins, Richie the blond, Danny the brunette. It usually got them a couple of free drinks, lots of groping, and eye-rolling proposals fit for a porn shoot.
"Well, if you're gonna be old, be hot at least."
"30 isn't that old..." Danny muttered. Richie chuckled at Danny's comment.
"Not when you're Roberto, apparently!" Richie had been absolutely thrilled to hear about his best friend's meeting with the mechanic stud. "So, when's the followup?"
"There is no followup. My life is over." Danny flopped back onto his bed.
"Oh, now what? You haven't spilt a drink or tripped in front of him yet."
"No, smartass. My mom insists on tagging along to the shop next time. I'd rather die than have her grill Roberto or extol my virginal piousness...or both. I'd rather just not go."
"But, Danny!!! C'mon!! You know you're never gonna find someone like him again."
"No, probably never..." he sighed. "But it's all over now...thanks mom, for ruining my life."
"Well, as much as I want to tell you to fight for love, I'd probably feel the same way about fighting for love against your mother."
"...Richie, take me out tonight." He got up, closed his laptop, and opened his wardrobe.
"Am I hearing this right?? You, who swore he'd never step foot in a club again?"
"Bitch is hungry and wants to get fed!" Danny exclaimed. Richie burst out laughing.
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It was a little after 11pm when Danny and Richie stepped into their favourite gay club. While waiting in line at coat check, Danny noticed that Richie kept staring at someone further ahead in the lineup.
"Who's the stud?" Danny asked.
"He's probably too old for you, " Richie replied. Danny snorted.
"Oh, bitch please! Too old for me, but not for you??" They both pre-drank in Danny's Civic, parked a block away, before coming here. Danny turned and tried to see whom Richie was looking at.
