Short Stories by Zarek A Dragon

The Intern

By Zarek A Dragon

KEGKyle Eugene Gregory was a brilliant young man. He graduated from high school at the age of twelve, and he finished his Masters, a four-year program, at the age of fifteen. Everyone thought he should get his doctorate, but he didn’t see a need for it in business. In college, he had the nickname Keg, but only because it was his initials. He was way too young to drink. Some of his classmates DID try to get him to, but he refused.

Shortly after Kyle's sixteenth birthday, he was signed on as a paid intern for a multi-billion-dollar company. The money wasn't great. It was barely enough to live on his own, if he so chose. Since he was still a minor, even though a college graduate, his parents insisted that he live at home. This allowed him to save his money until he could afford to buy his own place.

Sam GibsonSix months after Kyle started, he was introduced to another intern. "Kyle, this is Sam, Sam Gibson. We're moving you up to Head Intern, which has a slight pay increase."

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Kyle responded.

Sam looked Kyle up and down. "You're that boy genius on the news last year, aren't you?"

Kyle smiled, "Guilty as charged. I'll be seventeen in just over five months. How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?"

"I'm seventeen, I will be eighteen in four months. I graduated high school a year early and am a sophomore in college. I know, not as impressive as you, but I'm fine with that."

"As you should be," Kyle averred. "I'm actually more impressed by you than I am myself. You're intelligent, hardworking and modest. You’re working as an intern while going to classes." In Kyle's mind, he also thought, "You also smell nice and are cute. Wait, where did that come from? Am I attracted to this boy?"

Sam smiled, which caused Kyle's knees to feel weak. "Thanks, I try to always be humble. It's not always easy when you're usually the smartest one in the room. I'm sure you understand that."

Over the next several weeks, Kyle and Sam worked close together. Kyle surprised himself by having more and more sexual interests about Sam. He never really had much interests in sex before he met Sam. His focus had always been on academia. He did pleasure himself, but that was about the extent of his sexcapades. He never thought about anyone at those times, but now Sam keeps popping into his head.

Sam looked at Kyle, "I hope I don’t scare you, but ever since we met, I've wanted to kiss you. I know that sounds homo, and I never even considered myself gay until I met you."

Kyle sighed in relief. "I was scared because I never even thought about my orientation before I met you. You caused feelings to stir up that I hadn’t known I even had."

Sam asked, "After work Friday, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"I'd like that, but since neither of us make that much money, I suggest we go Dutch."

"Nope," Sam shook his head, "I asked you out, so I'll pay for everything. Besides, I'm not working because I need the money. I'm doing it because this is something I enjoy."

"What, are you rich?" Kyle teased.

"I wouldn’t exactly call me rich," Sam explained, "but I get $500 a week allowance from my trust fund until I turn twenty-one. Then, I get the full amount. My parents, on the other hand, are rich. They have a massive estate, and I live in one of the guest houses rent-free until I turn eighteen. Then they will be collecting $500 a month, but not for them. It, too, will go into a fund until I decide to move."

"Damn, dude," Kyle chuckled. "I just decided, you are my boyfriend and I'm never breaking up with you."

"Ummm," Sam seemed nervous, "no one but me can access the trust fund until I've been married to them for at least ten years."

Kyle hugged Sam, "Don’t worry about it. Honestly, if I were worried about money, I wouldn’t be working as an intern. I don’t care if I never get access to it. I just want to make whomever I marry happy."

Sam hugged Kyle back. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I don't know if we'll ever get married, but by you saying that our chances have increased."

"If we decide marriage isn't for us," Kyle began, "I hope we at least stay friends. I really do like you."

"As far as I'm concerned, that's a given," Sam commented. "I really like you, too." The two boys quit hugging before they were caught showing affection in the workplace. 

That Friday, as the end of the workday was nearing, Kyle asked Sam, "What time and where should I meet you? Also, what should I wear?"

"Give me your address, and I'll pick you up at seven," Sam declared, "and wear whatever you're comfortable in. No need to dress up."

Kyle’s Home ~ 6:45PM

Kyle was ready and pacing by the front door. His dad chuckled, "Relax, Kyle. You said he was picking you up at seven; I’m sure he’ll be here."

"You don’t understand, Dad," Kyle explained in almost a whisper, "I think I might have feelings for him."

"Are you saying that you're gay?" his dad asked.

Kyle looked down, "I don't know, but it is a possibility. I never even considered it before meeting Sam."

"So what?" his dad asked. "You love whoever you love, and if that is another boy, what does it matter? All I want is your happiness. You are my son, whether you're gay or not."

Kyle looked his dad in the eye, "I wasn't sure you would approve. I mean, we've never even talked about it."

"Have you ever heard me say anything about homosexuals?"

Kyle replied, "I heard you telling Mr. Jenkins that they are people, too, but that's it."

"Exactly," Mr. Gregory explained, "when I was fourteen, I thought I might be gay. I had a crush on your Uncle Danny. Then one day, I was at his house and your mom entered the room. I knew then and there that I was not gay, but I never thought bad about anyone who is. Nobody chooses to be gay."

Kyle looked sheepish, "You're right, as usual. I never really thought about it, but why would anyone choose to be harassed, bullied, or any of the other negative stuff some people do to them. If I am gay, and love Sam, I didn't choose it. I just am."

"I'm proud of you, Son." Kyle hugged his dad.

At 6:52PM, the doorbell rang. Mr. Gregory opened the door and saw Sam. He looked at Kyle and chuckled, "I can see why you were so nervous. He is a cute boy."

"Daaaaaaaad," Kyle moaned.

"Sorry, I'm running late," Sam stated, with a knowing smile on his face.

"But you're eight minutes early," Kyle seemed confused.

Sam shook his head, "My father always told me, nine minutes early is one minute late, so I'm two minutes late."