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Earning his way through school is what working at a grocery store gets Nick. He does his best to be polite but when Kevin comes in with his friends, Nick doesn't feel like much more to the man than a can of fruit. Too bad really, since Kevin is the most perfect man Nick has seen in a long, long time.
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hear the sough of linen on skin as he bends down for something on a lower shelf, and though I shouldn’t, I look over my shoulder for another glance. His slacks are tight over a firm, round ass.
Damn.
I’m hard just looking at him. Suddenly my mind crowds with thoughts of the two of us together, naked and sweaty and just…damn. After he leaves, I’ll have to duck into the restroom, prop up a Wet Floor sign to keep customers out, and jerk off as I imagine guiding my thick, white cock between those dark, meaty buttocks.
With a squeal of his shoe on the tiled floor, he half-turns and squats by the lower shelf. I don’t realize he’s watching me stare at him until he clears his throat.
I jump as if goosed. The bottles in my hands clatter together when I shove them hurriedly into the case. Caught looking, how sad is that?
His smile is back, faint this time, and his eyes pin me in place. “Hey there.”
His voice is deep, throaty, with a twinge of the South in it. My mouth opens to reply but there are no words waiting to be said; I’m stunned, speechless. So I exist now, do I? Is he really talking to me?
His smile widens as his gaze runs up my body, taking in my battered Converse, my torn shorts, my faded T-shirt covered by a dingy apron. I wonder if he can see what he’s doing to me, looking at me like that, because my shorts were baggy two minutes ago and now the crotch bites into my cock, my boxers too confining, and I’m pretty sure the apron ain’t covering shit.
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