1. Mr. Hurley was More than a Grocer


    Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: pat4tights, Rating: 71, Source: xHamster

    and I smile. Snap back to real time, we are still not out of the nebula and the enemy is locking the office door. I need to use my advanced understanding of temporal mechanics now because I have less than 1.772453850905516027298167483341 seconds to discretely transport my cargo aboard. My mission could not fail. I could not go home empty handed only to wait 24 hours to attempt it again and the insufferable misery knowing that it was just within my reach!! I must not fail my mission! I reach back behind me and slide the package under my waistband like Starsky puts his gun away. Mission accomplished. The ill gotten booty was securely aboard and we are ready to go. Alfred approaches me smiling. I noticed he smiles when it was a good day at the cash register. This time he was smiling greater then he ever did. “Good job today Patty”, he says and pats me on the head. He goes to shut the lights and I walk in front of him. I walk through the aisle and admire my handiwork of tidy shelves, few more seconds to bliss!! “Hey!”, I hear Alfred say from behind me, “What’s in your pants?”. Huh? How can he see through my shields? We are still at red alert aren’t we? I feel his hand grab my hoodie and stops me dead in space. I was in his tractor beam and had no protocol to break free. I hear the packaging of the ancient yellowed cellophane and my cargo is exposed! “You are stealing from me!!??” he says sternly as I turn to face my captor. I couldn’t say anything. I was speechless. No words ...
    could come out of my mouth. My lips quiver and my eyes well up with tears because I have betrayed the trust of my benefactor. The worst level of Dante’s Hell. I was a miserable thief and condemned to the worst hell for eternity. He looks at what I stole and turns the packaging over in his firm manly stubby fingered hands. The sound of the ancient yellowed cellophane packaging was deafening. The thought of not wearing them tonight left me empty. I was spent because I consumed so much adrenaline the whole day and was left open to emotion. He looks at me and lights up a cigarette. I just wanted to leave but I coughed at the smoke and started crying. I hear him take another drag of his cigarette and says, “You know stealing is not right. And from me no less! Your folks told me you are good, quiet, bright and trustworthy. I hired you because I like your folks, they are good people and customers of mine and took their word for it. And you steal from me??!! And what the hell is this?? Pantyhose from god knows when no less!! Where in the hell did you find this?” I’m enveloped in cigarette smoke, crying and coughing. “Why are you stealing an old package of pantyhose that I’ve never seen before?”, he says as he exhales more smoke into my face. Crying, somehow managed to croak, “I like to wear them.” never looking up at him. He motions to walk out of the store and I do. I’m crying now and he tells me to stop it. I obey. We step outside and the warm fresh summer air hits my face as my eyes ...
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