1. Mr. Hurley was More than a Grocer


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

    dry in the evening sky. I wanted to run away. I felt like the entire world is watching and frowning down on me. All I can hear are the hums of air-conditioners that poke out of people’s windows, the sound of cars with the occasional honk and people walking by in some conversation. I just stared down at the ground looking at the small pebbles and stones that were in the cement pavement. “I ought to tell your parents.”, he says. I looked up at him and my eyes started tearing again. I pleaded him not to. I don’t know what would happen to me. Fired as a thief, caught red handed with pantyhose and my parents who were hard core Christians were going to find out about my mischievous and unholy acts. I was going to hell. I failed life. I am a degenerate, a pariah, a heathen. Even though I didn’t know those words then, that is how I felt as I hear him pull down the loud metal security door that locked the store up and I started crying again. He sets the locks and turns to me and says, “Stop crying you sissy. Come on, I’ll drive you home.” and we walk towards his car. The car was sweltering hot from being in the summer sun all day and stunk like cigarettes real bad. Hot stick to your legs red leather seats, 8-Track player in the dash and the cigarette tray was over following with spent cigarette butts. I try to open the window but they were power windows and had to wait for Alfred to start the engine in order to escape the acrid smell of his car. He finally gets in and starts his gold ...
    five year old Cadillac El Dorado. The 8-Track player starts playing Bee Gee’s You Should Be Dancing from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I hit the button to roll down my window. We pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. I didn’t live far so it was a 3 minute ride thank god. At the first red light he lights up another cigarette and says to me, “Do you know where I live?”. I replied quietly, “No.” never looking at him. “We are neighbours.”, he says and continues, “You know. You are pretty good at make the store tidier and cleaner. It sure does look better and brighter. And customers are complementing me thinking I made some improvements. When it was only you tidying up.”. He takes another drag of his cigarette as he turns the corner away from my home. “”I live right here on Highpoint Avenue next to the water pumps and he make another turn and stops in front of his house. I was three streets away from home. He flicks his cigarette out the window and says, “Ok listen. I won’t tell your parents about this and I won’t fire you on one condition.”. I turn to look at him from the passenger’s seat with a surprised look and mutter, “Ok. What do I have to do?”. He says, “I want you to come here on Sundays when the shop is closed and help me tidy up my home and garden like you did at the shop. You seem to have a knack at domestic house work. You do it the whole summer every Sunday from 10 to 6 and this” he hands my trophy over with a smile and continues, “will be our little ...
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