2025-09-25, 05:31 PM
Chapter 1
Attack in the Night
The small New England Town of McCarthy Massachusetts
was your typical small suburbia. It laid in some rolling hills along a busy interstate that kept the tourist trade alive to come and explore its shops and cafés and it's local "home town" New England culture. It was a friendly place and the people welcomed the tourists and the quant life they had come to know and love.
One of these people was a man named Tim Smith. Tim was a 20 something guy, non-married, who worked at the local coffee café as a coffee barista. (He made the coffee)He also was your typical home town guy He couldn't say his Rs like most born and bred people from Massachusetts. He was chubby with a handsome face. He was happy and friendly but pretty much nondescript in the eyes of the world.
Tim went about his day as always but he carried a secret that smolders in him just under the surface. He greeted his customers warmly but like the rest of us couldn't figure out why a 280 pound woman would insist on a decaf nonfat soy latte. What was the point?
Tim loved to watch his customers trying to size them up to see if the matched there drink orders. There was the pretty women who showed just enough cleavage to make you wonder what else was in there besides their tits. They typically would orders lattes or chai tea. The women who dressed like hookers with their tight shirts that showed their nipples, then the women who should just use the drive through because they thought they were gorgeous but had obviously never seen themselves in a mirror. He would fill their coffee orders and lust after the ones that caught his attention.
The men were a little more discrete to a degree. There were the preppy types that came in well groomed in there Dockers and polo shirts with their muscles just noticeable under the fabric; they would order hot chocolate or an iced coffee of some kind. The jocks with their tight clothes that showed themselves to the point of why wearing clothes, muscular guys that showed the outline of a penis in their pants and shirts that left nothing to the imagination. They liked ice coffees mostly but on occasion you would get a nonfat mocha and a big smile with a wink out of one of them. Tim liked looking at them too. Then there were the truckers and lumberjack types that came in with their body hair showing over their shirts or the ones who unbuttoned their shirts just enough to show off their hairy muscular chests. A few of them would wear tight jeans which everyone behind the counter including Tim appreciated. They tended to want their coffee black, maybe with some sugar. They were chubby guys that didn't care what they showed off they were comfortable with themselves and didn't give a shit whatpeople thought. These guys were the bearish type guys that were hairy and chubby and resembled Tim's own body type and build. They dressed for comfort, jeans and shirts that were openly buttoned daring you to touch their fur to see what happened next. They ordered whatever they wanted. They got whip cream in their beards and laughed about it. Tim secretly wanted to be more like those guys and they aroused him more than any other customer.
Tim was bisexual for lack of a better term. He had had sex with a couple of girls but wasn't really sure what he was doing. He got off when he was with them but wondered if that was it. He had been with a couple of men also but was even more confused about them. What's up with this whole top and bottom thing? How do you decide who fucks who. Is it first cum first serve? He liked sex with guys but had more questions. There were also girls that made him hot. He preferred jacking off at home where he wasn't so confused.
One stormy spring night after having hot sex with himself he was cleaning up in the shower. Suddenly a stray bolt of lightning came through the window sticking him in the back. It knocked him out of the shower onto the floor unconscious. Fortunately Tim's mom heard the noise and called 911. He woke up in the hospital 2 hours later.
"You are a lucky young man." The Doctor said
"What happened?" Tim asked
"You were struck by a bolt of lightning" the doctor said
Oh lucky fucking me Tim thought. Have they all seen me naked? Oh my god!
"You survived son." Said the doctor. Very few people do. We had to shave part of your back to treat the burn but so far we don't find any permanent damage. I want to keep you here for a couple of days to treat the burn and run some more tests.
Tim got a private room and went to the bathroom so he could see the damage for himself. It hurt and smelled like burnt hair but he was ok. His nurse was nice. She was pretty and about his age. She kept him stoned on Vicodin so the burn didn't hurt too much. The orderly that brought his meals was hot. He was Latino and hairy and friendly. He offered to give Tim a massage which gave Tim an immediate hard on. Tim politely refused. He jacked off in the bathroom. That guy was so fucking hot!
Tim came home after a couple of days and went back to work. His coworkers were glad he was back and asked if he was ok to work.
"I am a little sore but good to go." Tim told them.
Life went back to normal until one night while having sex with himself, He happened to look out the window at the beautiful full moon. He had never seen such an intoxicating full moon before. His head started to spin he got dizzy and fell back onto the bed.
Attack in the Night
The small New England Town of McCarthy Massachusetts
was your typical small suburbia. It laid in some rolling hills along a busy interstate that kept the tourist trade alive to come and explore its shops and cafés and it's local "home town" New England culture. It was a friendly place and the people welcomed the tourists and the quant life they had come to know and love.
One of these people was a man named Tim Smith. Tim was a 20 something guy, non-married, who worked at the local coffee café as a coffee barista. (He made the coffee)He also was your typical home town guy He couldn't say his Rs like most born and bred people from Massachusetts. He was chubby with a handsome face. He was happy and friendly but pretty much nondescript in the eyes of the world.
Tim went about his day as always but he carried a secret that smolders in him just under the surface. He greeted his customers warmly but like the rest of us couldn't figure out why a 280 pound woman would insist on a decaf nonfat soy latte. What was the point?
Tim loved to watch his customers trying to size them up to see if the matched there drink orders. There was the pretty women who showed just enough cleavage to make you wonder what else was in there besides their tits. They typically would orders lattes or chai tea. The women who dressed like hookers with their tight shirts that showed their nipples, then the women who should just use the drive through because they thought they were gorgeous but had obviously never seen themselves in a mirror. He would fill their coffee orders and lust after the ones that caught his attention.
The men were a little more discrete to a degree. There were the preppy types that came in well groomed in there Dockers and polo shirts with their muscles just noticeable under the fabric; they would order hot chocolate or an iced coffee of some kind. The jocks with their tight clothes that showed themselves to the point of why wearing clothes, muscular guys that showed the outline of a penis in their pants and shirts that left nothing to the imagination. They liked ice coffees mostly but on occasion you would get a nonfat mocha and a big smile with a wink out of one of them. Tim liked looking at them too. Then there were the truckers and lumberjack types that came in with their body hair showing over their shirts or the ones who unbuttoned their shirts just enough to show off their hairy muscular chests. A few of them would wear tight jeans which everyone behind the counter including Tim appreciated. They tended to want their coffee black, maybe with some sugar. They were chubby guys that didn't care what they showed off they were comfortable with themselves and didn't give a shit whatpeople thought. These guys were the bearish type guys that were hairy and chubby and resembled Tim's own body type and build. They dressed for comfort, jeans and shirts that were openly buttoned daring you to touch their fur to see what happened next. They ordered whatever they wanted. They got whip cream in their beards and laughed about it. Tim secretly wanted to be more like those guys and they aroused him more than any other customer.
Tim was bisexual for lack of a better term. He had had sex with a couple of girls but wasn't really sure what he was doing. He got off when he was with them but wondered if that was it. He had been with a couple of men also but was even more confused about them. What's up with this whole top and bottom thing? How do you decide who fucks who. Is it first cum first serve? He liked sex with guys but had more questions. There were also girls that made him hot. He preferred jacking off at home where he wasn't so confused.
One stormy spring night after having hot sex with himself he was cleaning up in the shower. Suddenly a stray bolt of lightning came through the window sticking him in the back. It knocked him out of the shower onto the floor unconscious. Fortunately Tim's mom heard the noise and called 911. He woke up in the hospital 2 hours later.
"You are a lucky young man." The Doctor said
"What happened?" Tim asked
"You were struck by a bolt of lightning" the doctor said
Oh lucky fucking me Tim thought. Have they all seen me naked? Oh my god!
"You survived son." Said the doctor. Very few people do. We had to shave part of your back to treat the burn but so far we don't find any permanent damage. I want to keep you here for a couple of days to treat the burn and run some more tests.
Tim got a private room and went to the bathroom so he could see the damage for himself. It hurt and smelled like burnt hair but he was ok. His nurse was nice. She was pretty and about his age. She kept him stoned on Vicodin so the burn didn't hurt too much. The orderly that brought his meals was hot. He was Latino and hairy and friendly. He offered to give Tim a massage which gave Tim an immediate hard on. Tim politely refused. He jacked off in the bathroom. That guy was so fucking hot!
Tim came home after a couple of days and went back to work. His coworkers were glad he was back and asked if he was ok to work.
"I am a little sore but good to go." Tim told them.
Life went back to normal until one night while having sex with himself, He happened to look out the window at the beautiful full moon. He had never seen such an intoxicating full moon before. His head started to spin he got dizzy and fell back onto the bed.