I decided to get my very first job after I turned 18. I went to apply at a lot of places and I was just waiting for a call back. I waited weeks, but finally one day out of the blue, Burger King called me and said that they wanted me to come in for an interview. I went in for the interview and I got the job. It wasn't anything special, just a part time job.
On my first day I met this cute guy. At first I thought he was straight. His name was Jose. He was beautiful with short, jet black hair, deep brown eyes, an amazing ass and Latino. He was nice too. I never said hi or introduced myself. I just occasionally looked at him from a distance, mostly every time he bent over or when he would smile. He had an amazing smile, one of those you could just melt into. As time went on of course, as co workers, we talked, mainly while we where taking out the trash or working on the registers. He was pretty cool. We got along great but never once did I even get a hint he was gay. I hated the days when I was working without him because he somehow made the day go by faster.
I don't think he ever really noticed my attraction to him, And with him being so beautiful I doubted he would be attracted to me of all guys. I'm really nothing special, just your average guy who can probably loose a few pounds. Started getting a routine down I would go to class in the morning and then I would leave college come home change and go to work. Jose closed normally and so did I. So on the days when I knew we where both closing I would get all excited but I didn't know why. I mean, it's not like I thought anything would ever happen with him. Our conversations would very from day to day. Some days we would just talk shit and bitch to each other how we hated working there. Other days we would talk about random things. In one of our little talks I had learned that he had a girlfriend and he really liked her. Sometimes he would come to work all pissed off because of something she did, and I would help him out by talking to him about his problems. I never really shared much about my personal life, but if I was having a problem he was someone I could talk to.
One day he came into work and he looked like he was about to cry. I asked him what was wrong when he clocked in but he said he didn't want to talk about it, so I spent most of the day trying to cheer him up and get information from him. He really wasn't in the mood, but the time came for us to close, and as we where putting up the chairs he finally told me. I wasn't expecting him to, but he did. He said that she broke up with him because she met someone else. I told him that if that was the case then she never really cared for him. That seemed to help hem, because before long I had him smiling again. That made me feel happy inside so we went on talking about it and the time came to close the first window. The first window was really just a tiny room where there was nothing besides a table with a register on it and some cleaning equipment. We had to sweep, mop, and clean off the table. Normally we both closed it together because we just wanted to talk more. I went into the room and he followed behind me. I went to the end of the room and turned around to pick something up off the floor, but he stopped me and he brought his lips to mine and kissed me.
