The Security Guard
By: Eljay

My email is uknowit710@yahoo.com my name is Eljay All rights reserved by the author do not sell or reprint without Author’s permission.

I wasn't a bad kid. At 18 years old I saw my way inside juvenile hall a couple of times. Nothing serious, just silly teenage stuff. My parents were up at wits end with me and decided to make one last attempt in getting me to turn around. We moved to this new city. It was much like my old one, just minus the crowd I hung with. It was your typical suburban city. A Walmart, 7-11 and McDonalds on every corner and public transportation was non-existent. It seemed the move had worked.

I hadn't gotten in trouble for the first couple of months we were there. Maybe it was because I hadn't made many friends, or maybe because the boring humdrum life of suburanhood was wearing off on me. Whatever it was, it kept me out of the criminal system. But, all good things must come to the end and I slipped up.

This experience was unforgettable at the least, and it made me rethink a lot of things. I drove over to the local Best Buy store. It seemed to be the most popular spot of the city. The parking lot was always packed, busy with the locals spending up their paycheck. As I walked up to the front doors, the big yellow Best Buy tag logo blaring brightly above as I entered through the sliding glass doors. The cold air from inside rushed up my shirt and wrapped my body. Stores always kept their stores cooler than the outside temperature. My nipples instantly went hard and started to show through my white t-shirt. As I entered through the second set of glass doors I was greeted by the "security guard". The guy that usually checks everyone’s bags as they leave the store. He is usually dressed like a typical employee, but we all know they were hired by Best Buy through a private security firm.

"Good Afternoon, Sir," the guard said. I looked over to see a tall Puerto Rican guy smiling at me. He looked like he was in his early 40s. His hairline receded to the back of his head laced with grey streaks. His thick black grayish goatee line around his mouth. From what I saw he was very built. His pecs bulged through his best buy issued polo shirt, his seasoned chest hair poked out through the top where all the buttons were unbuttoned. Overwhelmed with all the "stud" I was seeing, I finally noticed a nametag sitting firmly above this right nipple; it read "Rico".

When it came to sex I didn't discriminate. Whether guy or girl, as long as I was getting it, that was all that mattered. "Good Afte..." I mumbled with a half smile was I walked past him. My dick jumped a little as I caught another quick glimpse of this Puerto Rican hottie. I made my way over to the gaming section where I saw a row of demo consoles blaring their graphics and sounds out of their speakers as mindless kids stood there with controllers in hand and their heads cocked back toward the ceiling staring at the flat screen TVs. I slowly walked over toward them. One kid was playing the new PS3, the other the new Wii system. I stood there for a moment and watched as they blasted monsters and ran over people