Damn-it-all-to-hell; I wanted to find a dark place and hide! He’d probably be joking with all the other vendors about me: the jock grocery boy who was queer for men. Word would get out and before long everybody would know my private yearnings. After I’d calmed down a bit and was breathing more normally, I reasoned that it might just open up some before-untold opportunities—but there were also some inherent disadvantages. Like the taunting and ridicule I was sure to receive from some of those fucking gay bashers, one of whom was the boss himself—not to mention my queer-hating father!It was a couple days later when I ran into him again. I mean—quite literally—ran into him! I was wheeling’ a “boat” of dead stock a little too fast around a blind corner of the back room when WHAM! Gay sex Full of nervous expectation, I couldn’t just sit there waiting expectantly in my beat-up VW for my dream stud’s appearance. Got out of the car, paced around a bit and finally hoisted myself up onto the loading dock and sat my ass right there at the edge, feet crossed at the ankles and dangling legs swinging to and fro. I’d taken a relaxing, leisurely shower earlier and had changed into a sleeveless pastel
