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I was a pretty good looking guy, who was getting plenty of attention from the girls, but I was interested in the guys. I kept that as hidden as I could, and even went out on a date with one now and then.

When I turned sixteen, I got my first job so that I could get a car. My parents agreed to match my funds. I knew the car I wanted, and I talked to the owner. He agreed to stop trying to sell it for a couple months while I got a job and came up with the $1,000. I needed to make $500 myself, and my folks would pay the other half. But there was also insurance and gas registration and tags. I needed at least $700 of my own.

I started working as a grocery sacker at the local market. It paid minimum wage, and was thirty hours a week. I started on a Monday, and was trained by Josh, the lead grocery sacker.  And, oh, god, so hot.  It was funny how much he looked like the grocery boy in an movie that was a couple years old called The Hearse. Google it and the actor's name, Perry Lang. They could have almost been twins, but I thought Perry was even hotter. Anyway, Josh was nineteen and had graduated last year. He had his own apartment and his van was the coolest ride around. It was all black with a bed in back, carpeted floor, walls, and ceiling, a sink, lights, mirrors, curtains, the whole shaggin' wagon thing.

So Josh trained me how to sack groceries, and gather carts from the lot, facing shelves, and cleaning up around the store. He was very nice and we got along great. He had this funky grin, all lopsided and cute. I really liked working next to him doing stuff. I could get the hottest peeks at times! By the end of my first week I was told I did well and was done training.

Over the next few weeks I worked hard, but it was going to take a while to get that $700, so I really needed to work more hours. I asked the manager and was told he didn't need me for any more hours.

Josh worked at the store just a few more hours than I did, but he had the coolest van, and money for other things. I asked him one day how he could afford the van and insurance and other things on what he made. He said he did some things on the side. I asked what, and he said he couldn't tell me, but he might tell me some day.

Well, not long after that, Josh took a week off, and I got more hours. I was almost halfway to getting that the car, but I only had a couple weeks left before the owner was going to put it back in the newspaper for sale.

When Josh came back, he had hurt his ankle. He could sack and do some other things around the store, but not everything, so I got to keep a few of his hours and make a little bit more. But I needed to make even more. So I started looking around for a better job.

One day Josh asked me if I could help him with his groceries after work. He lived on his own and bought his groceries at our store on discount. I said sure. When it was almost time to close, he got a cart and hobbled around getting his groceries. I finished cleaning up and helped him get the rest.

He checked out, we bagged his groceries, said goodnight to the manager and the clerk, and we took his groceries out to his van. We put the sacks in the back, and he asked if I wanted to get high, to pay me back for helping out.

I had never gotten high before, and since this was Josh, the coolest guy I knew, I said sure. We climbed in the back of his van, closed the doors, and he got a joint out of the drawer under the sink.

"You never got high before, have you?" he asked as he got ready to light the joint.

"No, not really."

"Well, don't worry, you won't freak out or anything. I won't let you. We'll just get a little high so you can check it out."

"Okay, cool."

So I smoked my first weed. I felt it, for sure. I got giggly and dopey, and I was having a great time. We talked and laughed while music played over his awesome stereo system. He had tons of tapes for it too.

"How do you afford all this?" I asked as I looked at all his tapes and the stereo system and around at the van. And thinking about how he lived in an apartment.

"I got a side job," he said with his funky grin.

"Doing what?"

"I buy weed in big amounts, then I sell it in small amounts."

"You make a lot of money doing that?"

"Enough to have an apartment, this van, and get stuff I want."

Huh. Cool.

He pulled his wallet out, and pulled out over three hundred dollars. With what I had, that would make enough for the $700 for my half of the car and the costs.

"I made this this week, just since I got back," he said, waving the money.

He was sitting on the bed in the back of the van and I was sitting on the floor in front of him, and I was noticing his package. I mean, I was gay, and knew it, and I was sitting in the coolest van around with one of the coolest guys around, and one of the hottest guys, too. So I was looking, you know?

And, man, was I high.

We smoked a while, then he asked, "You're a good looking guy. You got a girlfriend?"

I got embarrassed and shook my head.

He kept grinning at me as we passed the joint back and forth.

"You like girls?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"No. Tell me the truth. You like girls?"

"Sure," I lied.

"What if I said I see you looking at my stuff?"

"Huh?"

I remember thinking he was joking, or maybe trying to figure out if I was a queer. I worried I had been too obvious looking at his great package or had given off a vibe or something.

"I seen you looking. I don't mind. I like it with guys."

"What?"

"I think you know," he said, and put his hand on his lap.

"Huh?"

I was so high. If I wasn't, maybe I would have figured it out.

He said, "If you unfasten my pants, I'll show you what I mean."

I was so high. I got up on my knees and undid the button on his jeans, and then sat back.

I sat there and waited.

I told you, I was really high.

"Don't stop there," he said.

I got up on my knees again, and unzipped his fly. He looked at me.

"Take them down," he said.

I did. He had white briefs on, like everyone wore back then, and I saw he had a boner.

I finally got interested. Until then I was just sort of going on auto-pilot. Now I realized I was taking his pants off. I was looking at his boner in his underwear. I got really excited, in every way.

"Take my jeans off," he said.