Cornerstone - VIII

                                    

                                          
Didn't know what to put up there so, yeah, just enjoy a photo of him looking like freaking James Dean
                          
«So yeah we got into the club with our mothers' IDs and they didn't even realize. I don't know how. Maybe the security guards where drunk. But I'm telling ya, we were 14 and all these people there were like 25 . Only men. We felt so cool. We started dancing on top the bar and some old ass men started throwing dollars at us... And then we saw the poles and realized we had gotten into a strip club» I finished my story and he kept laughing, truly hard. His eyes were starting to form tears from all the things that I had told him while we were eating. I was quite embarrassed but started laughing too. I shared a lot of stories with him and he was happy to listen. 
                          
«God, that was perfect!» he exclaimed and grabbed a paper towel. He wiped away his tears, while still laughing. «I wish I was there to see this, God! I would have had a hell of a laugh». 
                          
«Yeah, I'm sure you would! Everyone, except the old pedophile ones, laughed and we just left running, embarrassed as fuck! Thank God no-one followed us». He kept laughing and sat back on his chair. «Now you tell me an embarrassing story from your childhood or something. I don't know. Any period of your life» I said and he tried to calm down his laughs. I smiled and looked at him, ready to listen.
                          
«Okay okay, I've got this». I nodded and he chuckled just at the thought of his story, I guess. «When I was in high school, junior year I think, a friend of mine was smokin' inside the class. The teacher was late so he got the chance to smoke. He was an addict, y'know. And some ladies in the classroom were enchanted and thought he was so cool and shit so I was like “Can I try some?” 'cause y'know I wanted the ladies' attention too, but I had never done anythin' like that before. And he was really cool about it so he was like “yeah sure”. So, I tried the cigarette and yeah coughs and shit, I almost fooking died smoking that thing. But then, the principal comes into the class. I fooking panicked man, 'cause of course I didn't want him to see me smoking inside the classroom, so I put the cigarette inside me sweatpants' pocket. And this mothafucka decided that it was the perfect fooking time to talk to us about the school's dance, I don't know something like that, 'cause our teacher wouldn't come. And me pants were burning the whole time, me classmates were laughin' at me face reactions and yeah the heat was getting close to me penis and I was like, nah man, I prefer to get expelled than burn me cock and I got the cig out of my pocket and pressed it right on my desk, than just throwing it on the floor and tapping it with me foot. It was a silly move, I know. And yeah the principal saw it, smelt it, I don't know, and  they sent me home for 4 days or so. But I saved my dick» he finished with raised eyebrows and I burst into laughs. I couldn't help it. The "I saved my dick" part broke me. 
                          
«Th- That is just perfect. Oh God. That dick's lucky» I kept laughing and he did too. I tried to calm myself and looked at him with a smile. «Tell me more stories» 
                          
(That was an actual story my principal told us from his childhood, except the whole dick-saving part) 
                          
[...] 
                          
We got up, as Kelly called me and we arranged to meet each other in an hour. I had a really great time with him. He's actually really funny, other than horny. He also eats like a lot. He ate most of the food and still wasn't full. 
                          
«So, what are you gonna do now?» I asked him and he put his hands inside his pockets. 
                          
«I don't really know. I was thinking of taking a look at the hotel, y'know, make sure that everyfing's working fine. I don't usually do that but I don't have anyfing else to do and I have to fill up my time» he said as we approached the door. 
                          
«So instead of relaxing, you're gonna work?» I laughed. 
                          
«Nah, I'm not checkin' or somethin'. Just takin' a look. Maybe go and eat somethin' to "try the food", or go to the taqueria on the roof or have a drink or go to the pool and shit. I'll see. I haven't decided. Maybe I'll do all of this»