Answer to No-one; Story Three
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Adult +
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Are you being Queered?
Gays love to shop. Who doesn't know that? I know even the butch gays enjoy mincing down to the mall to buy something for their wardrobe. But I didn't expect that when I went down the road for some stationary, I'd come home with a guy from hardware. I love a guy in a tool-belt, don't you?
I'm naturally really fussy about how I display any work I do, so I spend a lot of money on stationary. I had gone through all the folders and files and finally picked out what I wanted.
“Can I help you?” A voice asked.
“I don't know, can you?” I asked, looking around to see the person who had asked. When I looked at him, my jaw dropped, but I pulled it back quickly. Dark black hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes. He was a little shorter, but the face seemed almost keen and pointed. His eye-brows seemed to always be pointing downward like he was angry.
“Really? Well, I can help you look for something in the store, or point you in the right direction or tell you how much something costs.” He smiled at his comeback.
“And you have memorized every single price in the store?” I smiled back at him. There was a pause.
“Fine, you win. I'm Robert.” He put his hand out. I took it and we shook hands.
“Terry. Nice to meet you.” I had one of these moments where I was sure this complete stranger was gay. You just know it intuitively, but there was no proof to it. Ah well. I thought I'd try and find out.
“So, what are you looking for?” He asked me again, either trying to spend time with me or he was just being really helpful.
“I need one of those small display folder-like things and some blank labels.” He raised an eyebrow, but led me around a corner. I looked down at his arse. Nice!
“Here are the majority of folders, so I am sure you can find what you're looking for.” I reached over and took one in a deep green. It was like a small A4 book with a clear front. He then turned me around and showed me where the labels where. I took a packet and put them in with the rest of my stuff.
“Robert, please report to Mens-wear.” Called a droning female voice.
“Sorry man I gotta go. But I'd love to keep chatting with you, coffee some time?” he asked quickly. I stepped beside him, he looked at me but didn't turn himself. I slipped a business card out of my pocket and slipped it into his arse pocket. “Give me a call some time.” I slapped his arse lightly and walked off. A slight pause, but he didn't hit me. There is a good start.
Around 6:30, my mobile started to ring, and it didn't know the number.
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Terry, its Robert, wanting to meet you for coffee.” His voice was a little more suggestive than just going for coffee.
“Where do you want to meet? One of our places or down the street?” I waited while he thought things over in his mind.
“How about your place, if it isn't far from where I work.” He clearly wants to stay the night, yet has work tomorrow morning.
“Less than one kilometer, so why don't you come over for something to eat as well, considering I'll be putting dinner on soon.” I gave him directions on how to get here and he hung up with a quick goodbye. I got up from what I was doing and started cooking.
I'm naturally really fussy about how I display any work I do, so I spend a lot of money on stationary. I had gone through all the folders and files and finally picked out what I wanted.
“Can I help you?” A voice asked.
“I don't know, can you?” I asked, looking around to see the person who had asked. When I looked at him, my jaw dropped, but I pulled it back quickly. Dark black hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes. He was a little shorter, but the face seemed almost keen and pointed. His eye-brows seemed to always be pointing downward like he was angry.
“Really? Well, I can help you look for something in the store, or point you in the right direction or tell you how much something costs.” He smiled at his comeback.
“And you have memorized every single price in the store?” I smiled back at him. There was a pause.
“Fine, you win. I'm Robert.” He put his hand out. I took it and we shook hands.
“Terry. Nice to meet you.” I had one of these moments where I was sure this complete stranger was gay. You just know it intuitively, but there was no proof to it. Ah well. I thought I'd try and find out.
“So, what are you looking for?” He asked me again, either trying to spend time with me or he was just being really helpful.
“I need one of those small display folder-like things and some blank labels.” He raised an eyebrow, but led me around a corner. I looked down at his arse. Nice!
“Here are the majority of folders, so I am sure you can find what you're looking for.” I reached over and took one in a deep green. It was like a small A4 book with a clear front. He then turned me around and showed me where the labels where. I took a packet and put them in with the rest of my stuff.
“Robert, please report to Mens-wear.” Called a droning female voice.
“Sorry man I gotta go. But I'd love to keep chatting with you, coffee some time?” he asked quickly. I stepped beside him, he looked at me but didn't turn himself. I slipped a business card out of my pocket and slipped it into his arse pocket. “Give me a call some time.” I slapped his arse lightly and walked off. A slight pause, but he didn't hit me. There is a good start.
Around 6:30, my mobile started to ring, and it didn't know the number.
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Terry, its Robert, wanting to meet you for coffee.” His voice was a little more suggestive than just going for coffee.
“Where do you want to meet? One of our places or down the street?” I waited while he thought things over in his mind.
“How about your place, if it isn't far from where I work.” He clearly wants to stay the night, yet has work tomorrow morning.
“Less than one kilometer, so why don't you come over for something to eat as well, considering I'll be putting dinner on soon.” I gave him directions on how to get here and he hung up with a quick goodbye. I got up from what I was doing and started cooking.