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At the Repair Shop

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"I said 'You're fired,'" Rick said.

"I heard you the first time," Andrew snapped. "I just can't believe that I am. What did I do?"

"Well, for one, you're a disgusting faggot," Rick said. "And two, you must have infected my son, Jeff. Now he's a faggot just like you." Andrew gaped at him. "Don't give me that look. This is a family-oriented business. We can't faggots interacting with our customers and their children." Rick shuddered.

"Family-oriented business?" Andrew asked incredulously. "This is a car repair shop! We interact with cars and machinery more than we do with people, for God's sake!" Andrew shook his head and stood up. He was enraged and furious. "Fine. See how well you do without your best and most efficient employee, you dickhead. Go burn in hell."

"Hell is reserved for faggots like you," Rick smirked. "Now get the fuck out of my repair shop. And don't let me see your face in here again."

Andrew had already slammed the office door behind him, ignoring the loud radio music blaring throughout the entire repair shop. What an arrogant asshole! So what that he has a boyfriend? He almost never brings it up, especially when working here. It was Rick's stupid kid. What was his name? Jeff or something like that? That boy was gay long before Andrew spoke to him. He grabbed his things out of his locker in the back room. He glanced into the mirror.

Of course, he couldn't really blame the kid. At 25, Andrew looked like he was just out of high school. No matter how big he got from baseball and football, Andrew always kept his youthful appearance. Even his own boyfriend thought he was barely 18 when they first met. He smirked and flex slightly in the mirror. Yeah, it's no wonder that Rick's son thought Andrew was young enough for him. He should have just politely declined when Jeff asked him out that one day. But no, he had to also add that he already had a boyfriend, too, just as Rick walked in on the two of them. Just perfect. He left the locker room, still fuming. He heard a song start on the radio. He didn't recognize it, but he figured his boyfriend would. He continued to leave the repair shop.

In the office, Rick sat at his desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. Good riddance, he thought to himself. No more faggots that could turn me or my other son gay. He sighed as the next song on the radio started playing. It was a song that a lot of his younger, teenaged customers easily sang along too. He looked through the windows of his office, spotting the faggot Andrew walking away.

For a straight-laced family man, Rick had to admit that Andrew's backside was firm and nice. Nice? In what way? Maybe in the way that it was such a good piece of eye-candy. As his dick started to plump up, Rick had to admit that Andrew's ass was hot. It's a shame that he won't get to see that ass anymore. What he would do to put his hands on it. Well, Rick reasoned with himself while adjusting his crotch, the man is a faggot. Maybe he'd welcome some assplay from a handsome like me. He stood up and opened the office door.

"Andrew!" Rick's voice called out to him. Andrew found it odd that it was no longer hostile. He turned around and glared disgustingly at the homophobic twat. He suddenly could feel his dick swelling in his pants. Great, Andrew thought. That's exactly what I wanted right now.

"What?" he asked. He had to admit that Rick was quite a looker, but his personality negates it all and then some.

"I made a mistake," Rick said. "Come back in here, and we'll talk it over." Something about the way he said it made Andrew a little uneasy, even if he could almost physically feel himself getting hornier. But his anger was able to overpower any lust-filled internal voices.

He's probably trying to make it so that I can't sue him for firing me for being gay, Andrew thought. He scowled deeply.

"Go fuck yourself!" Andrew shouted back. He turned around and continued to storm out.

Rick moaned and rubbed his crotch, not taking his eyes off of Andrew's tight, firm ass and mumbling, "I would if I could."

"Really, Rick?" another man's voice asked. Rick turned and saw his childhood friend and co-owner of the shop, David, leaning against the wall. He was staring at Rick and licking his lips suggestively. He grabbed his crotch. "How about we go into your office and I, shall we say, be a stand-in for yourself?"

Rick's eyes widened with lust and desire and said, "That sounds hot." He grabbed David by the hand and pulled him into the office.


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