Nineteen-year-old Tay is gay, barely out of high school, and was recently kicked out of his home by his Bible-toting stepfather. The highlight of his day is the midnight trip to a laundromat to wash his meager stash of clothing. A handsome stranger is amused and sympathetic over issues Tay is having. His name is Luke, and he offers assistance to the young lad who’s obviously in over his head.
The next morning Tay wakes in a comfortable, unfamiliar bed, alone. He smells bacon. Are things beginning to look up?
Tay hiccupped. The poor man next to him dropped the shirt in the sink, lost what little composure he had tried to assume, and burst out into another contagious, full-throated laugh.
Tay thought about the words full throat. So did his dick. The red character on his boxers, printed directly on the front of his boxers, was growing in size.
The man smiled. “The girls must love you,” he said.
Tay’s face screwed up before he could think. He hadn’t said the ‘I’m gay’ words to anyone but his mother yet. And that had been a big, big mistake. His face said it for him though (and his dick.)
“I don’t like them either,” the man said, his eyes back again on Tay’s after a brief excursion. “But still,” he added, smiling ruefully, lifting the ‘red shirt’ out of the sink. “This?”
Tay stared in dawning horror at the nightgown he had bought for his mother’s birthday next week and hidden in his drawer. He must have stuffed it into his backpack with his own clothes when he had left the house yesterday.
“Vavavoom!” said the man, bumping his hip against Tay’s. “I bet you look hot in this!”
Tay said brilliantly, “Uh, uh, uh, uh…” and might have gone on longer, but the man beside him stopped laughing and turned to face him instead of the mirror.
“Look. My name is Luke, and I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”
Tay thought, bare ass. He could not get his brain to work at all. Just his dick.
Luke continued. “I’d like to buy you a drink to make up for it, or hey, have you eaten? Denny’s does breakfast. I could go for that. It’s right next door and we can skip over here to shift the laundry. How about it?”
Tay was hungry. Then he remembered he had almost nothing on. His disappointment must have shown, plus his stomach growling didn’t help, but as he looked down at his feet, Luke put a finger under his chin and lifted his face back up. The concern was plain to see in his dark brown eyes. “After the laundry is done then. okay?”
Tay wanted to cry but was equally desperate not to. He hiccupped, and his stomach growled in unison.
Just then there was a noise at the door and two young men who could only be described as thugs came in, howled with laughter, and one pointed at Tay and Luke and said loudly, “Ass-fuckers! I got something for you guys!” You can imagine what area of his body he grabbed.