Standing naked as the day I was born on the floor of the truck, with the man's huge, dirty boot just beside me, threatening to crush me, I tried to wonder what had happened to me to put me in this situation, but the threat of his giant foot crushing me was too much to be able to think straight. Then, the truck started to slow down. I wondered if we had arrived at Frank's house, where only God knew what horrible fate was waiting for me. But it wasn't Frank's house. Frank had stopped the car to pick somebody up, and as the passenger door opened, I saw who it was.
It was Frank's son, Will. Will was a senior in high school, and had recently "come out" to his parents. Frank had been complaining about it nonstop at work ever since it had happened, but I got the feeling he wasn't half as angry with his son about it as he seemed. He just wanted something to fume about.
"Get your queer-ass in the car, Son!" Frank roared. His abrasiveness was obviously not reserved even from his own son. "Have a good day?"
"Yeah," replied Will quietly. Even from first glance, it was obvious that Will was nothing like his father. Whereas Frank was loud, obnoxious, and downright mean, Will was quiet and respectful, even in the face of the severe rudeness his father showed him. Yeah, I think it's safe to say: I liked Will from the moment I saw him... not in a gay-way, mind you....... just, he's a likeable kid....
And that's when it happened. Frank was going on shouting at his son, "... and I'd better not be hearing about you makin' out with none of those fag friends of yours!... And to help keep that from happening, I got you something..."
Before I even knew what was happening, Frank had reached down to the floor of the truck and wrapped his beefy fingers around me once more. A second later, my naked self was dropped directly onto the warm crotch of Frank's teenage son. I stared up at his hazel eyes and he looked down at me, both of us in utter surprise.
Will looked as different from his father in appearance as he was in personality. His frame was thin and skinny. He was kind of tall and gangly, and his short hair was a very light brown, as opposed to Frank's dark hair. He wore thin, black-wire glasses which hid his pretty eyes from being as noticeable as they should be.
"If you get... some kind of urge... or somethin', just use him. That way, I don't hav' ta' think about you makin' out with some real guy, and all that." Frank finished. Neither Will nor I heard this but faintly. We were both far too taken aback by the new situation for words...
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