The first time I saw Venti, I thought he was this intimidating guy who was going to have one enormous ego. Well, I was wrong about the last part. Sure he has an ego, but when you've got the muscles a pro bodybuilder would kill to have, there's gonna be _some_ ego. So after closing with him at Frappuchinos, I found out that big lug of a jackal was one big sweetheart with a corny sense of humor. Sure, it took a few weeks to know when he's joking, but he always let me know when he was kidding if he thought I didn't know the difference.

Man, was I surprised when one time he served this guy--an otter dude wearing a tight tank top that still exposed his bare abdominals. After the otter left, Venti make a casual remark on how cute that customer was, and that's when I found out the jackal, a big, nine footer hulk of a man, was gay. Hard to believe this big macho guy is batting for the same team.

What makes it so weird is I'm gay too. Like him, I don't exactly fit the mold of a gay guy, though. Most folks think we're all these fashionable, skinny guys. I've got a bit of a paunch, I have no fashion sense at all--jeans and a t-shirt are my favorite fashions--and I don't have girls as fag hags. I like my men, and I love my men, you dig? I guess it shouldn't be weird to have a gay co-worker, but I'm not used to one being so open. I suppose if I were Venti's size I wouldn't worry too much about what people thought, because I doubt anyone would try to bash him verbally or physically for being a homo.

He's a nice guy, and we hang out every so often. I was surprised when I found out how old he was. I thought he was my age, but he's almost fourteen years older than me. I told him he doesn't act his age, and he grinned at me, saying "That's why I'm so awesome, Damon."

I want him so bad.

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