JJFRIGIMO

 "It's about that time isn't it?" joked Carl from the breakroom. 

Jason had just come from the back stockroom, sweaty and labored from a night of unloading the trailer that came in that night!

"No shit!" sneered Jason.

"Gonna go home and get some sleep?"

"Shoot, I still gotta hit the gym and get my workout in!" Jason boasted.

Carl laughed "man, you got are crazy."

"You gotta have discipline if you wanna maintain these guns!" Jason exclaimed as flexed his biceps proudly.

"I'll see ya later man." Carl left through the employee door.

Jason punched his timecard and made his way to the parking lot where his yellow Porche 914 had been parked all night. He took a deep breath, taking in the morning air, kinda stale in late September. Still hot enough outside and not at all cool enough to count as fall weather. He took off his work shirt, rank with sweat and grime from the packaging tape and box trimming bits that flew off on him as he worked the line with twenty others to unload the truck. He leaned up against his car, contemplative, a man of 25, "starting over" again and living in Arizona. And not just in Arizona, but with his parents. He stood there, in his khakis and a white wife beater and wondered how many times starting over would require a total reset and sacrifice of everything that he cared about. 

"Shake it off" he thought to himself. He removed the t-tops on the Porche, seated himself comfortably, turned the key on and adjusted the stereo to Lenny Kravitz "Are You Gonna Go My Way" His focus was to get to the gym and then workout for the next hour. 

The parking lot was busy as he Jason zipped his little car into a parking spot. He grabbed his discman out of his gym bag and made his way into the main lobby. So many people filled the gym during early morning. Jason wondered why he wasted his time doing the same. He could never get onto the equipment that he needed or the equipment that he wanted was never wiped down properly by the previous user. Even though these things irritated him, he still it a point to be present for his workout. And if he didn't want to lie. This was the time when all the hot little framed guys would be in the gym working out too. He knew he could mindless flirt with some eye candy or offer pointers to guys starting out on their workout journey. 

Every work out started with cardio. After changing into his workout sweat shorts and muscle t that he bought at a west Hollywood weight training gym, he turned his baseball cap backwards put his earphones on and stepped on to the treadmill for a jog. 

Here he could clear his mind.

Mom and and Dad had strict rules for living them. Mostly, he had to work and he had a curfew. The most important rule was there was to be no boys. That last relationship in California had broken him and in order not to be homeless, he had to do what they asked. They didn't need to know about the guy at the video store. He was a new friend that, nothing more. Working overnights provided that escape from the lonely nights of laying in bed thinking about things that could have been. 

"I have other things to think about right now." Jason told himself. He had to prepare himself for his twin brother's upcoming wedding in Pomona in November. He was the only sibling that was not included in the wedding which kind of hurt considering that Lance was his fraternal twin and it felt like his exclusion was due to the fact he was gay. 

Jason ran harder!

His heart rate pounding at the thought of being considered 2nd rate. Mom and Dad always treating him like the baby of the family. 

"Beep, beep, beep..." the treadmill sounded after 15 minutes of a steady jog. Time for a three minute cool down.

Dumbell curls, bench press, tricep kickbacks, these were all the plan for the next thirty minutes. Twenty-thirty reps, each arm, 3 sets each. no more, no less. The work from the night before was starting to catch up with him and soreness was starting to kick in.

Later in the locker room, noticing the sweat gleaming off the backsides of the slim latino toweling himself off to his side Jason had a quickening feeling in his shorts. This rule that his parents had "no boys" was going to be a tricky one to get around. Especially since he had spent quite some time with the guy from the video store that he hadn't told his parents about. But he couldn't be concerned with that right now, because he was getting a visual show right now that was fogging up his train of thought. This small framed guy with olive skin. Brown hair and dark eyes. "Mmmm! I need to get out of here" he thought to himself. 

He threw his gym bag over his shoulder and headed to his car. 

Jason's head flooded with thoughts of the gym guy. What he wouldn't do to him in the bedroom. Dominate him. Show him just who the fuck he is. 

"I'm JJFRIGIMO!" he barked with the wind howling through his military high and tight hair cut. He's bounce him from once side of the bed to the other with no shame.

He smiled with that last thought in mind as he pulled into the mall parking lot. Reminding himself that he needed to pick up some dress shoes and a bottle of cologne from Dillard's for his twin's upcomning wedding.

It didn't take long for him to spot him.

The guy behind the counter.

He had pouty lips. Dark brooding eyes and dark hair. He looked like the kind of guy that Jason had always pictured he'd end up with. 5'7, Latino. Everything "California" was supposed to be. 

"Hi!" Jason said "I am looking to buy some new cologne, but I am not really sure what to get. Can you recommend anything." 

The clerk looked up and smiled "we've got a few different fragrances, depends on what you're going for." 

"I don't know, honestly. Not something too overpowering, but definitely something masculine. Oh, and definitely, not something that an old man would wear."

"Oh definitely not something that an old man would wear." the clerk grinned.

He pulled out a couple of different fragrances.

"This once is called  CK One. It has a clean scent. Not too overpowering, This other one is called Dolce and Gabbana Pour Homme. Personally, it's my favorite. It has a classic scent and you definitely can't go wrong with it."

"Oh yeah, your favorite?" Jason shot him a smile. 

They both recognized the energy exchanging between them.

"Absolutely!" smile the clerk.

"Sounds great! I take that then. Can you ring up my shoes here as well?"

"No problem! Did you wanna pay cash or charge?"

"I got cash."

"Perfect. Let me get your total." the clerk turned to ring up everything and Jason could make out the curvature of his buttocks in his dress pants. This morning was turning into a lust fest of men that he wanted to lay waste to in so many ways.

"That will be $243.76"

"Dang, is that with the discount?" Jason joked.

They laughed.

Jason handed him his money and confidently asked "so can I get your phone number too?"

The clerk, shy at first agreed, grabbed a pen, wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to Jason with his change. 

"Rudy" Jason read "nice to meet you. he made eye contact again. My name's JJ. Do you mind if I call you?"

"Not at all." beemed the clerk.

And with that exchange, Jason collected his purchase and headed to his car. 

It was almost noon and he was now getting sleepy. Time to get home and adhere to his parents rules. Work, curfew, no boys. (Except the ones they don't know about) He can fuck them whenever he wants and no one will know. 

"Rudy."

"Rudy, Rudy. Rudy"

"I can't think about anything else right now."