Hey, I'm Mark and this is my story. I'm gonna explain who I am now, who I am was before, and how I got here. My story is gonna start kind of slow but I want a good foundation to explain how I got in the spot I'm in now. It wasn't my fault I ended up this way.
Physically, I'm almost 5'8"s tall, very slim, smooth, no facial hair, and a face my mother calls angelic. I have always received compliments on my eyes and modelesque facial features, but sadly, have always been too shy around women to have a girlfriend. I weigh about 132 pounds and am considered skinny and undefined, with long, thick, blonde curly hair. The only thing I have that is actually well developed on me, is my ass. For some reason, I have a girl's butt. For real, it's big for a skinny kid, just plain big and meaty. My heritage is Danish/German.
When I turned 19 years old, I got a job at an adult book store. It only paid $8.25 an hour, but I really didn't have to do much, so I loved it. I worked behind a plexi glass enclosed counter most of the time, selling sex toys, lingerie, bondage equipment etc...and renting their huge stock of X-rated movies to customers. Once or twice a week I had to stock shelves, but for the most part I sat on my butt unsupervised and played on my cell phone, so again, I loved this job.
The store had a video arcade in the back with separate viewing booths that locked. It was a "member's only admittance" in which you could buy a daily membership for $8.00 to enter. I was supposed to go back there every two hours during my shift to clean up a little, and that was the part of the job I disliked the most. For the most part, it was kind of nasty most times, so I neglected that part of my duties as much as I could.
I was shocked to discover that they had waist high holes cut in the walls in each booth, which I later learned were gloryholes, that were used for anonymous man on man sex. Women rarely ever came in the shop unescorted and if they did, they rarely or never went to the arcades. I thought it was disgusting and couldn't imagine having sex with a man, much less a stranger through a hole in the wall, but I brushed it off as I liked the job. It was gross cleaning up back there cause there was cum on the floor, cum on the walls and nasty tissue paper all over the place. Several times I found underwear, condoms and bottles of lubricant. So fucking gross huh? Still, I liked the job as I was left alone during my shifts.
The owners were two gay guys, Frank and Danny. They say opposites attract. Well, they were the perfect example of that. Apparently they owned several adult book stores in the Houston area, where I lived, and I worked at this location. I knew from their conversations when they were in the shop, that they lived together and in fact were lovers. I guess I didn't really care, whatever floats your boat.
Frank didn't seem like what I pictured as gay guy, in fact he was kind of manly, just a regular guy. Had I not known better, I never would of guessed he was gay. I learned he was an ex marine, looked about 6' 2"s tall and was in really good shape. I know he lifted weights regularly from hearing him talk about his daily visits to the gym. Frank had a pretty gruff, bossy personality. He had a few military tattoos on his arms, short cropped hair and a "no nonsense attitude" when it came to work. Frank always seemed to be getting on my ass to do more work, especially cleaning the video booths and was always mad at me for slacking off. He was a real focused disciplinarian and with an irritated smile, would always threaten me with a spanking if I didn't straighten up. When he did, Danny would just giggle with his "sissy giggle voice" and tell me that Frank was just kidding, but I might like it, then laugh. Then he would tell me that I'm just so cute and so precious that Frank couldn't help himself. Yea, whatever.
Danny on the other hand, oh my God, his limp wrist and feminine personality was the perfect stereotype of gay guy to me. While he was the less openly aggressive of the two in comments and flirting, he actually came off to me as a wolf in sheep's clothing. I would catch him staring at me all the time, or more specifically staring at my ass all the time. When he was in the shop he would flit about like a queen bee, straightening this, cleaning that, whatever. It was obvious to me that he was "the catcher" in their relationship. He was less than 6' tall, slim, had long hair and was pretty effeminate. He just had these womanly tendencies that really irked me, but unlike Frank, he was really nice and always seemed understanding and compassionate when Frank would bitch me out for doing a half ass job. His personality reminded me of my mother's, when my dad would grind on me for being lazy.
Myself, like I told you earlier, I was 19 at the time. I was about 5' 8"s tall, lean and not athletic at all, blondish hair on the long side and just had a "non motivated don't give a shit attitude."
I still lived with my folks, doing as little as possible around the house as I could get away with. I had finished high school but had no plans on college, and was constantly barraged by my father to move out of the house, while my mom on the other hand, sweetly protected my staying there til I was ready to leave.
After about 3 months at the arcade, one of the employees quit and they hired this new guy. Tommy seemed okay, he was pretty good sized, tall, but not muscular, a little on the heavy side and kind of slovenly. He was older than me, and Danny thought it would be a great idea if I trained him. So Tommy was gonna work with me for a week or two until he knew enough to work his own shift. Now if I thought I was lazy, Tommy took the cake, he didn't do a thing while he was there and paid little attention to anything I tried to teach him. I didn't think he would last long.
A few days after he started, a customer brought up a $40 leather bondage kit and I ran over to ring him up. To my surprise, Tommy jumped in front of me and waited on him. Instead of ringing it up on the register, like we were supposed to do, which would have included sales tax. He just told the customer it was $40, collected 2 twenties from him and put the money in his pocket when the customer left.
I asked him what he was doing and he said not to worry. He said those 2 queers were loaded and wouldn't miss the money at all. I watched Tommy pocket $210 that day, and yes, I counted in my head exactly how much he stole. At the end of the night, Tommy handed me $105 and said that was my share. I should have refused it, I should have told Frank or Danny, but I didn't. Instead, I pocketed the money and didn't even really feel bad about doing it. Over the next few days, this became the routine. I watched Tommy repeat this process to the tune of about $200 to $300 a day, and he always gave me half of it.
A few days later, Tommy was in the restroom and I was at the register when a customer came to pay for some items using cash, not a credit card. I saw Tommy come into the room and he was watching the transaction. I felt like he was waiting for me to pocket the money, so me and him could split it up later, and I didn't disappoint. I gave the guy a cash price, collected the money, told him thank you and when he left, I put it in our little pile of money to split at the end of our shift. Tommy just smiled and at that moment, I felt like we were partners and friends.
After 2 weeks, Tommy got moved to the night shift and started working by himself. Our shifts occasionally overlapped a little as he would replace my afternoon shift with his night shift. A few days later he asked how I had been doing on the register by myself and I told him I was taking about $100 a day. He said to keep it around $100 a day and that he would too, smiling and saying that we don't want to take too much from the queers or it will get noticed.
Tommy and I became friends and hung out together when we were both off. He lived at his mother's house, downstairs in the basement. I would go over there and play video games with him and we would drink beer, as he was old enough to buy it. I always had money in my pocket now, as I was stealing more than I was getting paid and combined together, I was riding high.
One day Tommy told me that Danny and Frank asked him to come over to their house and help move some furniture. He told me that I wouldn't believe their house, that those two queers are loaded. Tommy said there were cases and cases of store stock in boxes in their garage, it was like their warehouse. Then he told me that he stole a garage door remote control off the counter when he left and showed it to me.
I asked what he had planned and he just laughed and said he was gonna steal some of that stuff and cut out the middle man. I just stared at him blankly when he asked if we were partners. I told him yes and he told me he would tell me when we would hit their house.
