Freezerbash

It was every teenagers dream, live a few blocks from the beach, work from 5 in the afternoon till about 12, get out and party. This was the life that I was now living and everything was perfect... except for the job part.

After two weeks without having any luck of finding a job, I had to go with my last resort, working for some jackass in an ice cream shop. The guy wasn't so bad, sure he was a fuckin' idiot, and he couldnt figure out his way out of a paper bag, but he did have some strong suites. And by strong suites I mean he would always have a handle of Vodka in the walk in freezer, and he wasnt bright enough to realize it was slowly dissapearing. Sure he had invited me to take a swig or two, but when its late and your waiting for your ride home from him, you can get a little carried away.

Sure it was only a half mile away, but when you've been on your feet for 8 hours running and helping customers, the prospect of walking does not sound inviting. Therefore, I waited. Waited for about an hour and a half, almost every day of my first week for a ride home from my manager. He liked to call himself 'Hank the Hulk'... the rest of us just called him a fuckin' dickhead.

It was my fourth night at work that week, and I was sitting there once again while "the hulk" counted out the cash registers, and for an idiot like him, this took quite a while. And so pretending to go out for a cigarette, I walked my way into the walk-in to chug some of the vodka he had stashed back there. A few minutes later i walked back out to check on him.

Having a good buzz going I grabbed the Penthouse mag and rubbed one out in the bathroom. A good fifteen minutes later hank was still at the desk counting, so i decided to sneak back into the freezer and grab another swig or seven of the vodka. This was the move that i would not regret for some time.

Hearing a slam behind me, I turned around vodka bottle still at my lips. There stood Hank with a pissed off look on his face, kinda the way his face always looked, only this time he was staring straight at me.

"Hey Rick, yyour gonna give me the money for that, right?" Hank said.

"What?! I barely had any of this, I just took one swig tonight, and the other night you said it was ok." I failed at my attempt to not slur my words too much.

"Rick, I haven't touched that bottle in two days, and yet it keeps getting lower and lower. I know it was fuckin' you, so just give me the money or I'll beat your ass."

"Dude, I don't care how jacked you are, I'm not giving you the fuckin' money, your just on some kinda roid rage you fuckin' juicer!"

Like I said, I was kinda drunk. It was about this time that i had realized that I really was in a bad situation, but I didnt get my paycheck for a week and I wasn't about to give him half of it for a bottle of shitty vodka.

"What do you mean juicer? I don't fuckin' do that shit!"

"Hank, don't be a fuckin bitch, we all know you fuckin shoot shit in your ass, we've all hear the girls talk about your tiny ass balls..."

"TINY ASS BALLS?!?!" He screamed, trying to scare me or something, and I'll admit I was scared, not as scared as I should have been though. "I'll show you tiny ass balls!"

It was here that he did something I didn't expect him to do. He ripped, yes ripped, off these mesh shorts that he had been wearing. Only to reveal a set of huge balls, each the size of a small plumb. Ok, so the guy had big balls, but anyone would look like they did, when they had a dick as small as his. It had to be less than two inches long, and cause of all his hair, you could barely see it, it took me a good three seconds to realize that it was uncut too. Naturally, I had to laughy, only to see this huge ass, jacked guy, with a tiny ass little pisser.

This was my second mistake...

(to be continued)...