Nick works as a stock boy at a local grocery store. He doesn't mind the work -- it's a way to help pay for college. Still, there are some days when he hates his job ... like when he's trying to flirt with a sexy young businessman named Kevin, and other customers keep interrupting.<br><br>When Kevin returns to the store just to see him, Nick once again finds himself in an embarrassing situation -- this time, cleaning up broken pickle jars on aisle three. But something about him interests Kevin, for whatever reason, and their second encounter leads to a lunch date, and the promise of so much more.

Lunch Break

Lowering his voice, he tells me, “I should come by more often.” 


I laugh but don’t say a word. Anything I say will sound stupid and overeager… what if he doesn’t mean what I hope he means? What if he’s not thinking the same sordid things I’m thinking right now? 


If he isn’t, then why’s his arm resting against my back and why’s he standing so close and why’s he now oh my God WHY is he reaching in front of me like that? 


His hand brushes across my stomach as he reaches for a soda from the case. 


I hold my breath and watch his fingers fold around the neck of the bottle. I know he’s smiling, watching me, but I can’t stop staring at that hand. Just a slight turn of the wrist and he’d touch me again, he’d touch me there, and he knows it. 


As he pulls the bottle off the shelf, he taps me with the bottom. The plastic is cold and solid against the erection straining the front of my shorts. My dick goes from ehto OMG!in the time it takes him to extract the bottle from the case. 


Chapter 3