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These ladies all tipped well for their grocery deliveries too and I did my best to win them over with my smiles.

He usually winked and waved in my direction and let his eyes hold mine for several seconds longer than felt normal. It made me uncomfortable because I realized that his overtures were similar to the women who flirted with me. The guilty pleasure touchstone of the Gay community proudly hosting a freely-accessible archive of gay erotic stories.

I knew what to expect when Mr. Collins came into the store. He usually managed to stand behind me for a bit while I swept the floors or stocked the shelves with canned goods. Cameron and Marcus share a tender moment between themselves. GayDemon Gay Sex Stories Seduction Gay Seduction Stories GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about seduced men and gay seduction.

As I said, I swept the floors and replenished the produce section and restocked shelves of dry goods.

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The store wasn't very large, so it was impossible for me not to notice him. When I looked at him, he smiled, but it was a lewd smile full of knowledge and promise. I never knew how to respond to these overtures.

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Collins was not the only regular customer who eyed me this way. Wife wants a baby, husband shoots blanks and pays the price. Barron and Mrs. Tusk frequently checked me out, letting their eyes linger on my ass or crotch just a little longer than propriety would allow.

Some of the orders were cash-on-delivery while others were pre-paid. This Saturday afternoon, Mr. Collins followed me around the store, filling his cart as he went. My employer, Mr. Grant, would use his car to make larger deliveries, but he often relied on me to deliver the smaller orders by bicycle.

It was and I was eighteen, working as a clerk, gofer and delivery boy in the last family-owned downtown grocery store. I knew something about gay people, of course, but I had never been the object of a gay man's attention. The bike was specially fitted with an extra-large basket that could hold banana boxes filled with groceries.

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I never had to act as cashier in the store, a fact for which I was profoundly grateful; my job allowed me more mobility than being chained to a cash register.

In those days, family-owned stores offered their customers extra value, and free delivery was one of the perks of shopping at Grant's Grocery.