Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2002 07:17:30 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Shopper

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The Shopper

	Iainlthr@hotmail.com

The first time I saw him I almost creamed my pants on the spot. Tall, dark
and handsome was the usual expression, but that went nowhere near doing
justice to the way he looked. He stood at least 6'4", and had short dark
brown hair that looked a little unruly but suited him to perfection. His
skin was tanned a deep golden brown and contrasted beautifully with the
white T-shirt and faded Levis he wore. Even from a distance I could see wide
shoulders and a large, defined chest beneath the flimsy cotton of the shirt,
and an ample bulge at his groin.

He was casually strolling down the aisle directly in front of my checkout,
and I nearly forgot where I was until the hag I was serving coughed and
glared at me. I muttered an apology and tried to get my mind back on the
job. I hated working in this small supermarket, but it was a job, and paid
the bills, just. As the grumpy old woman handed over her money and collected
her bags, I adjusted my hardon beneath the apron I wore, and motioned to the
next customer to move through.

I caught sight of him again several times as he made his way through the
store and I continued processing the endless queue of shoppers lining up to
make their purchases. And I was not the only one who couldn't help but
stare. Most of the girls on the counters, and more than a few of the other
shoppers, stopped in their tracks when they saw him, yet he carried on,
ignoring the looks and taking his time as he filled his trolley. I passed
three or four more people through my station, and lost sight of him,
mentally shrugging my shoulders, but dreaming that he was gay, and
available, and attracted to me. Finally there was a break, and I leaned
back, relaxing at the lack of customers to serve. Looking into the aisles as
best I could, I couldn't find him, and I turned around to grab a drink of
water.

When I turned back he was coming directly toward me. My heart thumped in my
chest, and my cock throbbed in my jeans as I stared at him pushing his
trolley into the lane I was serving. He looked at me, some confusion on his
face. "Are you open?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly, swallowing the
mouthful of water and beckoning him forward. Up close he was even more
stunning, a strong square jaw and thin nose, with piercing blue eyes in a
smiling face. I told myself he was just another shopper, and grinned my
friendliest greeting.

"How are you this afternoon, Sir? Looking forward to the weekend?"

He seemed a bit surprised at my attempt at conversation. "Yes, actually. I
finish early Fridays, so I can get the groceries done and have the weekend
to myself."

"Sounds great," I enthused, as I passed his purchases over the scanner. I
did my best to act casual, but had trouble taking my eyes off him, drinking
in the sight of his powerful, muscled bod as I worked. I did make sure I was
careful to pack the various items in bags so that they didn't crush each
other, and to keep similar things together. When I finished he handed over a
credit card and I ran it through the EFTPOS machine, handing him the
signature slip. Checking the signature, and the name, I handed his card and
receipt to him, saying "Thank you, Mr Jackson, have a great weekend."

He smiled again, looking at my chest and finding my name tag. "Thank you,
Jeff." And off he went. As he walked away, I feasted my eyes on the firm
tight buns in his denim jeans before I was dragged back to reality by the
next customer.

That night I fantasised about him, dreamed he simply carried me away from
the checkout and made love to me, holding me tight and making everything
wonderful. The weekend passed uneventfully, and lonely, as my weekends
usually did, and back to work on Monday morning meant I was forced to forget
about my fantasy man. My supervisor had a real thing against me, and always
did whatever she could to make my life hell. It seemed like nothing I did
was ever right, but I needed the money so I just kept my mouth shut and
tried to keep out of her way.

The next Friday afternoon I was busy with a long queue of people, trying to
run items through as fast as I could, when I glanced up to see him again. My
heart skipped a beat and for a second I forgot what I was doing. It was just
enough. My boss was watching, and she promptly bawled me out right there in
front of the customers for slacking off. My man ended up on one of the other
lanes where he was served by Charlene, a fat bitchy girl who chewed gum
constantly and swore like a trooper. She had no manners and no tact, and he
disappeared quickly.

Over the next few weeks, Mr Jackson came in regular as clockwork, every
Friday afternoon around 4.30. I began to keep an eye out for him, and to do
my best to try to rush people through my station as he was finishing, hoping
he would take my lane. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Whenever I
did get lucky, I used my best smile, and tried to make small talk as I
processed his groceries, and he always responded with friendly grins and
polite comments. I noticed that when he was on one of the other checkouts,
he usually just stood and watched, saying little and getting out of the
place as fast as he could. Before long, he began to make sure he came
through my lane, even if it meant waiting longer than he would have had to
for one of the others. We chatted more and more each week, and I learned his
first name was Glenn, and that he had recently moved to the area, lived
alone, and was 35. Normally, to a 23 year old like me, that would be a huge
difference in age, yet I didn't care at all.

Glenn's image filled my dreams, his face smiled in my mind whenever I felt
down. And that was often enough. My supervisor was still on my case despite
everything I tried to keep her happy. My landlord was threatening to
increase the rent on my tiny flat, and my love-life was non-existent, partly
because I couldn't afford to go out after all my wages went on rent and
food, and partly because no-one I met could compare with my fantasy lover,
Glenn Jackson. I began to look forward to Friday afternoons far more than I
would care to admit. His appearance in the store, his casual stroll through
the aisles, and his friendly face at my checkout became the high point of my
entire week.

Then came the fateful day. It was Friday, the 13th. I don't take any notice
of superstitions, but a couple of the girls at work had mentioned the date
and I had laughed with them about bad luck, etc. When my supervisor arrived,
she was in a foul temper, and I tried to avoid her as best I could, but she
managed to find any number of reasons to yell at me during the day. I took
my break as usual around 3.30 and wandered outside, copping a glare from her
as I did. I got chatting to one of the guys from a neighbouring shop, and
was all of 2 minutes late getting back. My boss descended like a freight
train, tearing strips off me about being late and losing money and
threatening to sack me if I didn't lift my game. As I got back to the lane,
it seemed I attracted every nightmare shopper in town. Old women disputing
the prices, cranky girls unhappy with the way I packed their bags, impatient
people who wanted everything finished like yesterday.

When Glenn showed up it was an answer to my prayers. I looked up to see his
smiling face and took  a long deep breath, relaxing. "Hi," I said, with
feeling.

"G'day, Jeff," he replied. "Bad day?"

I nodded, and started passing his things over the scanner. As I did, I took
my time, making small talk and enjoying his attention, and the vision he
presented, tanned skin and powerful muscular body in well fitting clothes
that showed off his attributes. Finally, almost reluctantly, I rang up the
total and charged his card. As he began to walk away, I called to him,
"Enjoy your weekend, and think of us workers at the coal-face." He turned
back and grinned widely, looked like he was about to say something, when my
boss stepped into the space between us.

"Mitchell!" she snapped, loudly. "You are hopeless. You're taking forever,
and now I catch you screaming out across the place at customers. Close your
register, and see me in my office, NOW!"

My heart sank, and as I waved off the remaining people waiting and closed
down my lane, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach I couldn't shake. When I
knocked then entered the room, she had calmed down, but the calm was like
ice. Very coolly and precisely, she spoke in a low measured voice. "You have
had more than enough warnings. Your work is simply not acceptable. Here is
two weeks pay in lieu, and the balance of leave entitlements. Your
employment is terminated." With that she handed me an envelope full of cash
and opened the door, following me out to the front of the store and seeing
me off the premises. I was dumbfounded, stunned. I couldn't believe what had
happened.

I walked home in a daze, wondering what in hell I was going to do now.
Pushing open the door of my flat, I almost missed the plain white envelope
that had been slipped under the door. Opening it absently, I took a few
minutes to realise what it contained. A letter from my landlord advising
that instead of increasing the rent, he had decided to terminate my lease,
and that I had two month's notice to vacate. I sat on my bed and my world
collapsed. I cried out loud, sobbing and desperate. Even trying to think of
Glenn's smiling face didn't help, because now that I no longer worked at the
supermarket, I would never see him again.

For a good hour and a half, I just sat there, feeling more and more sorry
for myself. I had no idea what I was going to do, where I would live. I had
no-one to turn to, the few friends I had were just as impoverished as
myself, and my family lived in another state, and there was no way I was
going back there. Eventually, I picked up the wad of cash and looked at it
again. There seemed no point now in spending it on rent, and I stuffed a
hundred dollars in my pocket and hid the remainder in a drawer, and dressed
quickly, heading out to one of the gay bars, feeling the need to get rotten
drunk.

Over the next few hours, I proceeded to drink my way through a large chunk
of the cash in my pocket. Drowning my sorrows, I sat alone and waved off
anyone who came near me, sitting at the bar and swallowing glass after glass
of spirits. In my mind, Glenn's face alternated with that of my boss, smile
contrasting with sneer, until my head swam and my body was numb. When the
bartender refused my next order, telling me I'd had enough, I let loose a
string of abuse at him, and tried to stand up. But my legs wouldn't support
me, and through the haze in my head I felt myself falling. As I hit the
floor there was suddenly a sea of faces above me, and in the middle of it
all was Glenn's beautiful smile, his eyes concerned. I stammered out a
groggy "Hi there, you handsome stud!" and passed out.

When I came to, it was the next morning, and I was in a strange bed in a
strange room. I went to sit up, but my head pounded and I collapsed back
onto the bed letting out a long groan. Within a few seconds the door opened
and in walked my dream. Glenn, an anxious look on his face, wearing only a
pair of loose brief shorts, came quickly to lean over me. I thought I must
still be dreaming. He was so much more beautiful than ever, his powerful,
chiselled pectorals set with large brown nipples, tanned and trim. His abs
were a six-pack of muscle, defined and taut. I smiled up at him. "Hello,
gorgeous," I whispered to the vision above me.

He chuckled at that. "Hi there. How are you feeling?"

"Perfect, now that you're here," I said, smiling. Yet the ache in my head
seemed real enough. Too real to be a dream.

"You weren't looking so good last night when I carried you out of that bar!"

Suddenly it registered that I wasn't dreaming. I lifted my head, then
dropped it again, waking up properly. "Oh, shit, you're real!" I gasped.

He looked confused, then laughed. "Yes, I am. And so is the hangover you're
going to be feeling for a while. I heard what that woman said to you
yesterday, and went back to the store afterwards to complain on your behalf,
but by then they told me you'd been fired. But the biggest surprise was
finding you in the bar last night. I had no idea you were gay, although ..."
he hesitated, and then went on, " ... I had been wishing you might be for
weeks. After you collapsed I collected you and brought you home."

I gulped, my heart pounding. "But I've been fantasising about you for ages.
I just assumed when you were here that I was still dreaming my favourite
dream."

We laughed together at our shared secrets, and despite the pain in my head,
I was happier than I had been for many months. Glenn fussed over me all day,
insisting I stay in bed and bringing me glasses of water, and light snacks.
I happily accepted his attentions, relishing the proximity of my dream man
and enjoying being with him in his home. By the afternoon, I was feeling as
good as new. Even better. And I finally convinced him to let me climb out of
bed and sit by him on a sofa while we talked about ourselves, and I poured
out my heart to him, including the loss of my job and being evicted all on
the one day. He nodded sympathetically, looking thoughtful, but said little
about my situation.

As the evening came on, he ordered us some take away food and we sat and ate
together on his balcony. I was in paradise, and wondered how long it would
last before I had to get out and find myself back in the real world, but
determined to enjoy this while it lasted. After the meal he busied himself
cleaning, and I walked up behind him, dressed only in my jeans. From behind,
his back and shoulders were so strong, so manly, and on impulse I threw my
arms around his stomach and hugged him tight, whispering to him, "Thank
you!"

He turned around, still in my arms, and his deep blue eyes searched my face.
I looked back at him, trying to read his mind. Without a word, he leaned to
me, his lips slightly open and I pressed forward to kiss him. When our
mouths met, it was magic, a fire ignited. His tongue slid between my lips
and explored my teeth and I sucked at him, my hands going to his back and
neck and pulling him against me. We kissed passionately, deeply, grinding
against each other as I felt my cock swell and knew the bliss of his growing
erection against my gut. I tasted him on my lips and my tongue, my body
shivering with emotion and arousal. For minutes we remained locked together
like this, and then he broke away from me, looking again into my eyes. I
began to speak, "Glenn, I ...", but he lifted his finger to my lips and
silenced me.

Silently he bent and slid one arm behind my back, the other going under my
thighs, and he lifted me in his arms. I threw an arm over his shoulders and
grinned with delight as he carried me to the bedroom. He gently lay me on
the bed and knelt over me, our mouths connecting again as we kissed. I
nibbled at his lips and he traced my jaw with his tongue. His teeth pulled
softly at one ear as I moaned, my hands sliding all over his back and chest.
My body ached with the awakened desire of his closeness and my fingers slid
beneath the waist band of his shorts, pushing them away from him.

He stood for a moment, dropping the shorts to the floor and stepping out of
them. As he did, I caught sight of his large throbbing cock, standing out
proudly from his groin, a bead of clear liquid forming at the head. He
carefully undid my jeans and pulled them from me as I lifted myself off the
bed to help him. As he did, I leaned sideways and licked at the tip of his
meat, tasting the oozing precum and savouring his flavour. He groaned and I
pressed onward, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock and nibbling my
way along his shaft until I was able to close my lips around the rolling
orbs of his balls and massage his nuts with my mouth. Letting his testicles
plop from me, I returned to his prong, slurping at him and closing my lips
around his mushroom head, then diving down and coating him with saliva,
pushing forward until the full length of him was buried in my throat. I
clenched and nibbled, bobbing back and forward as I sucked his cock, my
hands gripping his firm arse and holding him to me. His breathing quickened
and he thrust at my face a few times, before pulling away. "Oh, Jeff, that's
fuckin' hot," he declared, crawling back onto the bed between my legs.

Leaning forward he kissed me again, then slowly backed away, his tongue
travelling across my jaw and down my neck. He licked at my skin and traced
his way down my chest to bite softly at each nipple, bringing gasps of
delight from me. His mouth continued its journey, nibbling at my stomach and
then closing over my throbbing prick. The warm moisture of his throat around
me was incredible, and I thrust upwards into him as he bathed my cock with
wetness and slurped at my pole. His talented tongue went on, licking my nuts
and caressing them with his lips, before he lifted my legs into the air and
his hot tongue found the sensitive skin between my arse and my balls. As I
moaned with joy he licked again and his tongue plunged into my hole,
spreading amazing tendrils of pleasure through me.

He lifted his face away and looked at me again, and I nodded, begging him to
take me. He quickly smeared some cool lube on his steel hard weapon and into
my puckering anus, then lifted my knees to his shoulders and pressed himself
against the outside of my sphincter. I willed myself to relax and accept
him, pushed back as he began to nudge forward. A moment of pain as he
entered me was quickly swallowed up by the immeasurable pleasure as my
muscle closed around his trembling cockhead. Then he began a long, slow,
sensual descent into my body, his thick pole gradually sliding through my
ring and penetrating my cavern, filling me with delight as his cock massaged
my prostate and continued its inward motion.

I groaned happily and held him, clenching my arse around him then relaxing
as he slid further into my bowel. It took him at least ten minutes to fully
enter me, so slow was his initial penetration. When finally his body came to
rest against my butt cheeks, I could feel the fullness of him deep inside
me, and I smiled up at him with a mix of lust and infatuation. He began to
pull back a little, then pushed in again, and I matched his movements with
gripping and release of my muscles around his pole. His thrusts became more
regular as he established a rhythm for our love making, in and out, then
side to side with his hips as my body accepted him and thrilled to the
delight he brought me. My hands played across his chest, pinching at his
nipples and gripping at him as he began to fuck me in earnest. Faster and
faster he began to jab at me, pounding himself deep into me before lifting
away to sink back in again.

I wrapped my legs around his hips now, and used them as leverage to pull him
further into me. Our breathing grew fast, sounds of hissed air and wet
slurping filled the room as he thumped his manhood into me. My nerves raced
and my desire increased as the waves of passion flowed through me. Every
part of me seemed to be connected, and concentrated in my arse as his long
thick sword pierced me. He plunged down again and again, fucking me deeper,
harder, faster. His beautiful body glistened with a sheen of sweat as his
urgency heightened. I clenched at him, humped back in time with his
ploughing, and together we raced to a crescendo, rocking and heaving as one,
joined together in pure masculine sex. He pistoned in and out of me, and I
urged him on with whispered need. I felt my climax approaching, fought to
hold back and hissed a warning to him. My words only served to further
excite him and he speared his dagger into me, impaling me on his steel hard
flesh.

With a gasp of anguished passion, he called out. "Jeff, I'm cuummmiinggg!!!"
I felt him shudder, his tool swelling within me. His entire body went rigid
for a moment, and then with the release of total surrender his orgasm
crashed over him. Simultaneously, my own climax erupted as I fell into the
abyss of passionate abandon. As I felt him heave and shoot his creamy
essence deep within me, my balls contracted and a fountain of jism spewed
from my cock. With each spurt of my load I felt another wad of juice pumped
from him into my bowels. Involuntarily I clenched my arse with each spasm,
gripping him tightly and sending another gasping thrust from him into me.
Shot after shot of searing white hot cum splashed from my prick onto our
skin, coating both my stomach and his as we came together in thundering
peaks of orgasm.

After an eternity, our climax subsided. I relaxed yet again, and he trembled
with spent passion, and collapsed on top of me, his wonderful manhood still
buried to the hilt within my body. We kissed again, long and fervent, but
less passionate. Finally, he withdrew himself slowly, rolled to one side,
and took me in his arms. I lay there, lost in the emotional haze of complete
happiness, my body sated as we shared the exhausting recovery of post coital
bliss.

"Oh, Glenn," I said softly, "thank you."

"Thank you! Jeff, that was incredible. You are incredible! I just wish I'd
had the guts to ask you out weeks ago, at the checkout." He grinned at me
and I smiled back, imagining my reaction if he had.

Twice more that night we made love. The second time was rough and ready,
fast and powerful. Thumping, pounding fucking that left us both breathless
and hot, but which aroused and excited us incredibly. The final time was
much slower, longer, more gentle. It was a true loving coupling, tender and
emotional as he made love to me, filling me with himself, and letting me
take him and own his beautiful body while we made love with our hearts and
our minds as well. In the early hours of the morning we drifted into sleep
in each other's arms, wide grins on our faces and full of contentment.

Late Sunday morning I woke from a happy dream to find it was still
continuing. Feeling his strong arms around my chest, I snuggled back into
him, pressing my back against his stomach. He stirred and pulled me to him,
his lengthening cock pressing against my bum. I twisted slightly, lifted one
leg a little, and he slid inside me, holding me tightly and gently rocking
against me, fucking me slowly and without a word. As his breathing quickened
and his excitement peaked, he pulled himself from me and knelt quickly
between my legs, one hand on his cock as he jerked my rod with the other
until we came together, our jizz forming a pool of opaque cream on my
stomach. Twirling his fingers in the sticky lake, he scooped some up and
tasted the cocktail of our mixed ejaculate, smiling at me as he did. I
followed his lead, and savoured the taste of him and myself on my tongue,
then sat up and kissed him, mixing our essences together and passing it back
and forth between our mouths.

Eventually, reluctantly, we dragged ourselves from the bed. Glenn made us
breakfast and I searched out my clothes. When we had eaten, I stood and
kissed him quickly. "Thank you so much, stud!" I said with feeling.

He looked up, surprised and concerned. "What are you doing?" he asked
anxiously.

"In case you don't recall, I no longer have a job, or for much longer, a
home. While I can't imagine anything better than spending the rest of
eternity making love with you, I have to get out and do something about what
little future I have," I said morosely.

"Oh, I kinda thought ..." he didn't finish. A look of dejected longing was on
his face. I looked again at the stunning hunk who had rescued me, and made
love to me all last night.

"Glenn," I said, slowly, uncertainly, "I know we only really discovered each
other yesterday, but" I took a deep breath. "I feel that I've known you for
weeks, since you've been coming into the store. I've been dreaming about you
and imagined us together a thousand times. And after this weekend, well I
hope you don't get upset, but ... I love you!" He looked up suddenly, beaming
at me, and I went on. "As soon as I get my life back together, I'd really
like to see you again, if I could."

"Jeff," he called out quickly, coming to hold me. "I love you too. I have
for a while, but didn't know how to approach you. Don't you see -- we can get
both of our lives together as much as we need to in one instant. Move in
here!. If you find a job, fine. If not, well that gives us even more time to
make love or just to be together. I don't want you going anywhere without me
for at least 50 years!"

My heart felt as though it would burst as I threw my arms around him, my
man, my lover. I kissed him long and hard, tears rolling down my cheeks,
which he wiped away with his finger before kissing me again. His eyes were
moist and glistening as we hugged for ages, lost in total happiness,
together for the rest of time.

The End

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