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Delivery Boy Seduction
All participants are 18 or over.
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I knew what to expect when Mr. Collins came into the store. He usually winked and waved in my direction and enable his eyes hold mine for several seconds longer than felt normal. He usually managed to pose behind me for a bit while I swept the floors or stocked the shelves with canned goods. I never knew how to respond to these overtures.
Mr. Collins was not the only regular customer who eyed me this way. Mrs. Barron and Mrs. Tusk frequently checked me out, letting their eyes linger on my ass or crotch just a little longer than propriety would approve. Even the widow Mulkey, a woman in her late fifties, flirted with me shamelessly. These ladies all tipped well for their grocery deliveries too and I did my best to win them over with my smiles.
Mr. Collins was the only man who looked at me as if I was a woman.
It was 1988 and I was eighteen, working as a clerk, gofer and delivery boy in the last family-owned downtown grocery store. I was tall, rangy and clean-cut. As I said, I swept the floors and replenished the produce section and restocked shelves of dry goods. I never had to act as cashier in the store, a truth for
Seduced into First-Time Gay Sex
How did I get here? How did I conclude up sitting on a couch watching my two best friends fucking enjoy crazy on the bed in front me? My Two best *male* friends, just to be explain. And boy, was it hot.
Tristan was on all fours and Mark was pounding his ass unyielding and... No. I'm getting ahead of myself, allow me start from the beginning.
My name is Jay and I'm straight. Completely and totally... OK, mostly straight. I don't discover men attractive if that's what your thinking, but I have thought about what it would be like. In some of my loneliest moments, I have touched myself, trying to imagine what it would be like to pleasure and be pleasured by, another man. I never paid it much mind, just an abstract fantasy that would shift me on every once in a while.
I had known Tristan and Notice for a long hour. They were a stable couple and I was never one for homophobia, they were just wonderful guys to hang out with. We'd go out, get drunk and they would laugh at my pitiful attempts to impress the ladies. Sometimes I got lucky but invariably I'd end up sleeping in their spare room. I never heard anything from them, but my imagination would run savage, and that's when I w
Willing Seduction
I stood in front of the building and could hear the tune coming from inside. I had thought about this many times, but had never mustered the courage (or something) to actually do it. I don't know why today was any different, but here I was. Each second I had completed my preparation ritual of finalize shower, total body shave and meticulous hygiene habits. Before getting dressed in the insanely tight pair of jeans I bought in a moment of weakness for just this occasion, I slid into the black lace panties that felt wonderful against my smooth cock. I put on my pressed oxford shirt and sprayed on enough cologne to gag a horse. Each time, just as I turned to the corner to walk up to the bar, I chickened out at the last minute. But not tonight. Tonight I was going to go in and see if any of the men here set up me worth their moment. I took a grave breath to clear my head of doubts and walked in.
It was shadowy inside, which I caring of expected. Spying an opening at the block, I headed over to have a seat. I didn't look at anyone directly, but took in the layout though my peripheral vision. There were all types of men here. I thought I saw a couple of them look at me when I
Gay Bar Seduction
"Where the hell could they be?" I think to myself. Somehow, I got separated from my group of friends. It's my co worker Sarah's birthday, and we're doing a bit of bar hopping. We ended up at a local gay bar. I didn't have a problem with this. I'm not same-sex attracted, and have nothing against gay people, but I did feel a bit nervous, being so alone.
I sit at the block, sipping my beer, hoping they'll return soon. And that's when a stranger walks up to me, an older man. He introduces himself as Joe, and we start talking. I tell him about how I've become separated from my drinking organization, and he offers sympathy.
We talk for a fleeting while, he seems favor a really nice dude, and then he surprises me.
"Almost done with that beer?" He asks me, sitting extremely close to me now, for whatever reason. It makes me slightly uncomfortable, but I try to remain serene, even as his leg presses against mine. I look down at my beer glass, taking the final sip.
"I am now," I laugh, "Why?" Joe looks around for a second, and then smiles, grabbing me by the elbow.
"Come here, I need to show you something." He gets up, head me with him. I'm a bit taken support, but I continue to walk with him. J
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