Nothing in this story ever happened, although I did take certain elements from my real life (i.e. the Diner, Flagler College, the layout of the dorm room). If you are underage, please go away, because you could get into trouble. While my characters do not practice safe sex, they live in my head, where STD's and unwanted pregnancies do not exist. So please, in the real world, practice safe sex.
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The Motorcyclist. By Drew Bell
"Order up!" Hal yelled from the back of the kitchen.
I turned around and grabbed the plate of country fried steak. It was for Mandy's table over in the corner, so I handed it to her and she took it over. I had just come on shift in the St. Augustine Diner, ready to work the night away.
My name is Sean Landers, and I'm a freshman at Flagler College, in sunny St. Augustine Florida. This is my second semester, and I'm trying really hard to balance school/work/social life. I got a job at the Diner when I came back from Christmas break about a month ago. It's a cozy job, we get a lot of truckers, and tourist families, and since it is like 4 blocks away from school, we get a lot of the Flagler students. Tonight was slated to be slow, so Hal (the owner) decided to put me on counter duty, meaning, I handle any customers that come in and sit at the counter (duh) and I have to handle the register, and getting the other waitresses their orders. Not to bad, but again, like I said, slow night.
I've not really hit the dating scene at school, when I said social life up there, I pretty much meant my group of friends and parties and stuff like that. For school, I'm a secondary education social science major, but I'm sure that part doesn't interest you. It's not that I can't date, I'm semi-popular, and with run of the mill average looks. I stand about 5'9 (I know - short), I have jet black hair that I have cut just below my ears and straight in the emo sort of look. My eyes are dark green, thanks to my mothers heavy Irish ancestry. I have a nice body I like to think. I'm strong, but not exactly rippling with muscle, I have nice firm pecks, and a flat stomach. A lot of the girls (and a few of the guys) I hang out with say my ass is fine. I can't really tell but, I take the compliment.
"Order up!" Hal yelled again.
"Mandy!" I called, "It's yours again!"
I gave Mandy her plate of eggs and hash browns, and poured some coffee for some of the regulars at the counter. I heard the bike before I saw it. I could tell it wasn't a Harley. It was a loud kind of grumbling buzz coming down the road, then it streaked past the diner, it was a Yamaha, silver and blue. The rider slowed down, did a u-turn, and came back to the diner. While I was busy at the register, ringing out one of Mandy's group of customers, he walked in. I almost dropped the change. He was just over six feet tall, thin but well built. He had on dark jeans that really showed off his ass, a black t-shirt, and over that this nice brown leather jacket that just sort of clung to him. When he took off the helmet I did drop the change. He had shaggy hair brown hair that fell just below his ears and was a little curly, it framed his beautiful strongly jawed face. His eyes were this piercing ice blue color.
The change clattered on the floor and it shook me out of my awe inspired staring session. I finished up with the customer at the register, and when I turned around mister beautiful was sitting at my counter, flipping through the menu. I told myself to be professional, and treat just like any other customer.
"What would like to start?" I asked him.
"Um..." he pondered, "How about coffee, and a burger with fries."
I almost lost it. His voice was so sexy, a little deeper than mine, husky, with a very slight Louisiana twang to it.
"Alright." I said, "I'll go grab the coffee and get the order for that burger in. If you need anything just let me know I'll be on the counter all night."
"Thanks."
The next hour or so was slow, some regulars came by, I got the burger and fries for Mr. Motorcycle. Nothing spectacular, when I wasn't doing anything I would make small talk with the customers. The regulars would ask me the normal questions, how was school, how was my family. One customer really embarrassed me however. It was Roy, an old local, who despite his confederate flagg, and collection of shotguns, was surprisingly accepting.
"Sean, boy, com'ere." He growled out, "Have you found yourself a nice boy yet? My cousin Earl has a grandson just about your age, who I think might like you."
"No." I said, rather bashfully, glancing at Mr. Motorcycle, who seemed more interested in the newspaper than the conversation. "I haven't found a guy yet, Roy. I just don't have the time."
"Well if you plan on staying here for the summer, let me know. I'll see what I can do." Roy said as he got up from the counter. "I had better get back before the missus gets to lonely and starts looking for a new man to satisfy her!" Roy burst in to laughter.
"Get out of here you horny old goat!" I called after him, "And tell that pretty lady of yours I said hello!"
Not much longer after Roy had left, the only customers we had were the motorcyclist and a young tourist couple in the back corner. I didn't have much to do, so I thought I'd try and engage the guy in conversation.
"So what brings you to St. Augustine?" I asked him.
"I'm on a one man road trip. I graduated from school last December, and my dad gave me that bike for a gift. I decided to take some time to myself and have been riding around the country. I have to stop soon though."
"That's pretty cool." I said, " What was your degree in?"
"Law."
"You seem rather young for someone who just completed their law degree."
"Well, I finished high school early, well not really high school, I had a private tutor. I was in school by the time I was 16. I guess I just learn quickly." He chuckled.
God that voice, it was so sexy. We continued to make small talk the rest of the night, when I wasn't busy. I learned is name was Jake Munroe, his parents were well off from shrimping in Louisiana. We talked about Flagler, my major, just small stuff. He was looking for a place to stay the night, so I suggested a few of the local hotels.
Towards the end of the night, I started to clean up and get ready for closing, he breached the subject of Roy.
"That old timer sure didn't seem the type to set you up with his cousin's grandson."
"Oh, you paid attention to that?" I asked, rather timidly.
"Yeah, it piqued my interest." Jake said with a grin.
"Well, Roy's brother was gay, and kicked out of the family when Roy was younger. When Roy became an adult, he left home and met up with his brother. They moved in together, and Roy took care of him until he found a life partner, and then Roy and and his wife helped them get started."
"Wow."
"Yeah, Roy is rough around the edges, and your classic southerner, he's just a bit more compassionate than others."
"Cool."
Then all the sudden I did it. I don't know why, but I did. I mean, this guy was hot, he was friendly, and didn't care that I was bi. So I guess somewhere in the back of my head I was thinking, MAYBE HE IS GAY!!!
"Listen, it's Friday night, and that means all the hotels have upped their prices for the weekend tourists. If you don't want to spend extra money, my roommates at the dorms are gone for the weekend, you could take one of their beds."
"Really? Are you sure?" Jake asked.
"Um, yeah." I replied. "We close up here in about a half hour. It's just a few blocks down the road."
"Ok, sure." He said, grinning.
I finished cleaning up, acting cool. But in my head I was freaking out. I had just asked the hottest guy ever back to my place. Well, I offered him a free room. That's different. I mean he can't be gay. Can he? I mean I know I'm pretty straight acting (unless I see a spider, then I cry...), but he takes the cake in fooling people if he is gay. After we cleaned up, I walked outside with Jake, and we got on his bike.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Just take your first right, and drive down a few blocks, you'll see the huge cathedral on your left, and the school on your right, and right across from the school on your left is Lewis house, my dorm building."
"Ok."
We took off. I love motorcycles. My brother used to have one. UI have great memories of holding onto my older brother while speeding down the highways near our house, going so fast I couldn't hear anything but the roar of the wind in my ears. The ride to my room was different, because it cut through a neighborhood with cobble stone streets. Jake made me grip his sides, and I could be wrong, but I swear he scooted back into me halfway through the ride.
We parked his bike behind the building, and then I lead upstairs to me room. I unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. These rooms are small, especially for three people. My bed was right next to the door and window when you first walk in. Then there was my dresser and My roomates' bunk beds. Across from the bunk beds were our desks, all lined up along the wall. At the far side was the entrance to the bathroom we shared with the room next door. We had it all set up so there was a nice empty space in the middle of the room so that it felt a little bigger than it really was.
"Well," I said, shrugging, "this is home."
"Aww, its cozy." Jake said, grinning.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm just glad my roommates are gone. They dive me crazy."
Jake put his bag on the floor and I locked the door. I showed him bathroom, and how to work the lights, and asked him which bed he'd want.
"Oh," he said, "I was sure you would want to do something besides sleep tonight."
To be continued.