Flea Market Sausage

Bastian didn't want to get up that morning. It was the first Saturday of summer break. This was the first official day of sleeping in, and he had to get up earlier than usual all because his mom wanted him to go the flea market with her.

"Bastian, you will not mope around the house all summer this year," she had told him. "I don't know why you seem so shy and withdrawn lately, but I won't allow it to continue."

"Mom, it's summer break," the teenager complained. "I won't mope around the house, but I don't see why I have to get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday."

"The good stuff goes quickly," she explained. "Before you start in about leaving early, you can forget that too. The best deals are made when they are packing up at closing."

"Mom!" Bastian exclaimed. "The place opens at 7am and closes at 4pm. That's the whole day."

"I know," Mom agreed happily. "It will be so much fun."

Bastian knew a no-win scenario when he saw one. He surrendered. A few hours later he was wishing he had fought a bit more. It was nearly noon and incredibly hot. He was hot, tired, and basically miserable. Mom was still going strong of course.

Fortunately Bastian hadn't seen any of the kids from school. That was the real reason he stayed in his room all the time. He just couldn't face the taunting and name calling any more than absolutely necessary.

He couldn't help the fact that he didn't like girls the way he was supposed to as a boy. It wasn't even that he disliked them. His only friends at school were girls. He just couldn't imagine ever kissing one, much less doing anything else.

He hadn't told anyone that he felt that way, but it was rather obvious that he was sixteen years old and had never been on a date. Although what had happened a month before school let out was the real problem.

Bastian had been in the locker room after gym class. The guys were all showering as usual when one of them noticed Bastian. He had an erection in the shower; the open communal shower filled with wet, naked guys.

Bastian had honestly not been looking at any of the guys. He really hadn't. Not surprisingly though, no one believed him. By the end of the day, the whole school seemed to know what had happened. The next morning Bastian found the word faggot spray painted across his locker. The principal told him that it was a terrible thing to happen, but there wasn't anything to do about it, since there were no witnesses that would say who had done it.

Things did not get better after that by any means. The coach informed Bastian that none of the other boys wanted to share a locker room with him, so Bastian would have to use the girls' locker room to change and shower before and after gym class. There were no girls in the gym during that class period so it wouldn't be a problem. It was for Bastian, though. Not only did the other kids increase their jeers when that news got out, but the smell of the room made Bastian sick. He was more turned off by girls now than he had been before.

At some point, Bastian had realized that no matter what he said or did, no one at school believed that he wasn't gay. He finally rationalized that if he were going to be accused of the crime and have to pay the price for it, he might as well have the satisfaction of at least looking.

That's what he had done that day at the flea market. He had just been thirsty, but when he walked up to the food vendor wagon, he realized that he was at just the right level to look directly at the crotch of the boy that was working the stand. He was amazed to discover that he could actually make out the shape of the boy's dick inside his short pants. What really threw him however was the fact that he got hard himself looking at it.

When his turn to order came, instead of saying he wanted a cold drink, Bastian blurted that he wanted a hot sausage. He immediately turned red from head to toe, he was sure. When the boy handed him the sausage, their hands touched briefly. It was as if Bastian had been struck by lightning. His pulse raced and his breathing had stopped. He quickly turned and headed away from the booth to think about what had just happened.

"Hey, you with the hot sausage!" Bastian heard the voice, but didn't connect it to someone calling him. The only person he knew here was his mom and the voice was definitely male. "Wait up!" Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. Bastian jumped and turned to see the guy from the food vendor wagon standing beside him. "Sorry to startle you, but I didn't exactly know your name," the boy said. He paused expectantly, but Bastian didn't catch on. What Bastian was keenly aware of was that this gorgeous hunk of a guy was still touching him. "I kind of overheard you saying that you were stuck here until four and bored. I have the same problem, so I was wondering if you wanted to be bored together."

"Uhh...Sure...It's cool," Bastian stammered.

"I don't know," the young food vendor said skeptically.  "It feels pretty hot out here to me." He broke into a mischievous grin that made his blue eyes sparkle even more. Bastian had no trouble catching that joke.

"You're right there," Bastian agreed.  He finally realized that he should introduce himself. "I'm Bastian," he announced and the guy burst into laughter.

"You can't be serious," the sausage seller managed to gasp.  "Bastian as in 'Never-Ending Story' Bastian?" he asked.

"Yes," Bastian answered rather shortly.  He was a little fed up with being reminded of that fact actually.

"I'm sorry," the guy wheezed as he tried to stop laughing.  "I don't mean to sound like I'm making fun of you."

"You just think it's funny to be named after a kid in a cheesy little kid’s movie," Bastian supplied.

"Actually, I think it sucks," the other boy told him seriously.  "Hi Bastian, I'm Atreyu," he said as he offered his hand to Bastian to shake.

"Oh, ha ha," Bastian retorted.  "Do you think you're the first one to try that one?”  Bastian turned to walk away from yet another practical joker.

"Wait!" the guy exclaimed.  "I can prove it." He yanked his wallet out of his back pocket. After digging out his student ID, the boy handed the little card to Bastian. Bastian stared at it in disbelief. Gradually his mouth began to pull up at the corners. Soon both boys were laughing out loud.

Bastian handed Atreyu's ID back to him as they started walking again, much to the relief of all the people who had been stuck behind them. Atreyu seemed to step out into the lead, nodding his head for Bastian to follow him. As he did, Bastian discovered that Atreyu's tight shorts displayed his butt equally as well as his other endowments.

Once again, he was grateful for his decision to wear his baggiest pants that morning.  He could feel himself getting stiff watching the teen walking ahead of him. Of course, the one regret was that long pants were stiflingly hot in the summer heat.

"It is freaking hot out here," Atreyu moaned.

"No doubt," Bastian agreed.

"Well, I know one way to cool off, at least a little," Atreyu announced as he grabbed his red t-shirt with the food vendor logo on it and peeled it off.  Bastian's breath caught in his throat as he watched his new companion reveal a perfectly formed tight stomach with a hint of a six-pack, followed by a deeply tanned and hairless chest set off by the most luscious looking dark pink nipples.

Bastian suddenly realized that Atreyu was watching him. He tried uselessly not to blush as he turned quickly away. He now worried that even his baggiest pants weren't big enough to hide what was happening to him.

"Now it's your turn," Atreyu told him.  "You look pretty hot too."