I have a confession to make. I have been known to shop at K-Mart from time to time. Not for the latest fall fashions of course, but for everyday basic items like shampoo, neon colored socks or loofa sponge brushes. Go ahead, call me a het if it will make you feel any better. I know I'm Queer, and if you're cute I can prove it too! Anyway, there was this one time, not long after I moved to California, when I went shopping at K-Mart and had a very unique experience. Of course, since I am the confrontational militant sort that I am, I had a gay T-shirt on. It was the one that says "Queer Sysop". It was a true statement at the time. I had a BBS. I'm still Queer but the BBS has been retired for the time being. They had a sale on Joe Boxer underwear. Imagine wearing a shirt that proclaims in vivid colors that you are a poofter (as the British say) and shopping in the mens underwear department of a store that is positively predominantly heterosexual. I found a pair of boxer shorts that had all sorts of fruit on it, in very bright colors, on a yellow background. "Fruits for a fruit" I thought to myself, and I chuckled a bit half under my breath. I guess it was an unusual thing to do. Some guy, who looked like he had been a football player in high school before he blimped out on pizzas and Bud, gave me a very hostile stare. I gave him smile number seven, the message of which is "I am just crazy enough to do anything at all, so don't mess with me." It worked.
For a split second I had considered using number twelve; "Hi sexy, want to fool around?" but since he had about a hundred pounds on me I discarded that idea real quickly. The blimp gave me an even more hostile stare and then sauntered away like they always do, testing the strength of the concrete floor as he walked. I continued to check out the underwear. I felt a stirring in my crotch. You see, I find men's underwear sort of stimulating, sexy if you will. I guess if I were heterosexual I might have to feel embarrassed about that, but being myself it's OK. I always just pass by the plain white cotton briefs though, yuch, no style at all, no fashion statement. You see, I AM Queer! I can say fashion statement.
Then I saw a salesclerk putting T-shirts on a rack about ten feet away. I saw well defined shoulders, thin arms, and the back of a head that was covered with fine black hair. Oh My! I suddenly remembered I needed some T-shirts too! I sort of drifted in that direction, pretending for a second to care about Hanes white boredoms. Slowly I inched my way in his direction, hoping he had a lot of T-shirts to put on the display. When was the last time that you went cruising at the K-Mart ?
I got my first glimpse of his face as I rounded the endcap where all of the white tank tops were. Oh my goodness, a 9.7! Oh yes indeed. I started looking at bright orange pocket T-shirts for $7.99, when much to my surprise he spoke to me.
"Can I help you find anything today sir ?"
Wait, I'm at K-Mart! Salespeople at K-Mart do not offer to help anyone, ever. In fact they usually deny working there if you approach them. I turned to face him:
"You wouldn't happen to have any pink shirts with a V neck would you ?" "No sir I'm sorry ? What's a Sysop if you don't mind my asking ?" "Oh, that's short for System Operator, it means a person who runs an electronic Bulletin Board System. I take it you know what the other word means ?"
He smiled! He almost laughed. I was starting to have actual fun here.
"Yes sir, I do. Sometimes I wonder if I'm, you know, whether I might be."
I was flabbergasted. Here I was, out to shock Mr and Mrs Family Values in a public place, and this kid had just blown me away. It was an amazing experience. I looked at him again. About 5'7" tall, maybe 135 pounds, a very cute baby face, he looked like he must have needed a letter from his parents just to get a job. I wondered just what this kids intentions were. I felt sure he was not baiting me, he seemed so sincere. "You mean you are attracted to other guys ?" "Um, yes, I guess so, but I think I like girls too." "Well look, I'm not going to yell at you, you just go ahead and be yourself and don't let anybody give you a bad time about it. Right ?" "Yes, thank you." "How old are you" "Nineteen, well, I'm almost twenty now. So you have a BBS huh ?" "Yes I do, it's a gay BBS, right here in Sunnyvale" "Do you think I could call it sometime ? Does it cost a lot for access ? I mean, do you charge people ?" "No, no, it's free..."
So I gave him the details and he actually wrote down the number. I almost felt giddy, this is not a common occurrence. I ended up buying the yellow fruit boxer shorts and went to an Indian Restaurant in the same little plaza for dinner. It was about 9PM when I was leaving. As I walked back to my van in front of the K-Mart I saw the kid coming out of the store, he seemed to be done for the day. Then he saw me. He started walking towards me, briskly. It was dark outside, early spring, we were still on standard time, but under the bright halogen lights it was easy to see the whole parking lot. I stopped and waited to see where he was going. He walked right up to me. "Excuse me sir..." "Hi, call me Steve please." "Hi, Steve, are you in a hurry or anything ?" "No, not really, I gather you just got done work." "Actually I was done about a half hour ago, you probably didn't notice but I saw you driving into the lot earlier. I was collecting shopping carts outside here at the time. I saw the bumper stickers on your van. Then I saw you and I wanted to meet you. I was sort of following you in the store. I don't usually work in men's clothing." I was completely at a loss for words. I just kept staring at this kid. This gorgeous hunk of still-a-boy, HE was following ME ? I looked around the lot really quick, wondering if I was on Queer Candid Camera or something. The kid was actually cruising me. Finally I found my voice. "You're kidding me, right ?" "No sir, I mean Steve, my name is Jeff by the way, and if I'm bothering you just tell me and I'll leave you alone. Do you have a boyfriend sir, I mean Steve ?" "Umm, no, not at the moment, no, I don't. How can I help you Jeff ? What do you want from me." "Well, um, to tell you the truth, I'm attracted to older men.
And, um, you know, I was wondering if, I hope I'm not bothering you, I was wondering if you thought, you know, if you thought I was cute or anything." He blushed! I might have blushed too. It was an out of reality experience, one of those moments when you wonder if your whole life is just a dream. But I could feel a small pebble inside my left sneaker under my arch. And the traffic on El Camino Real was making noises, a breeze was blowing very lightly, and Jeff's hair was moving very slightly in that breeze. I took a deep breath and it felt good. He had black khaki pants on, they were pleated below the waist, and baggy too. His shirt was black with an orange design that seemed to resemble pink triangles. He had black hi-tops on too. This was just too much to believe all at once. "Jeff, how about if we sit in my van a few minutes and talk?" "Yes, I'd like that, thank you Steve." So he got inside. I turned the key to accessory and turned on the tape deck. Jean Michel Jarre "Revolutions" really low, just for background. He put his hand on my knee. I got an erection. "Not here Jeff!" "How about if we drive around back, OK ?" "You mean, behind the store ?" "Yes, let me show you a place." So I fired up the Warp Drives in my Federation Shuttlecraft, which is cleverly disguised as a Chevy Lumina APV van, and we drove around behind the store. There were two rundown looking old trailers there that looked like they were used for storage.
"All the other guys bring their girlfriends back here. If you pull in between these two trailers nobody will be able to see us." "Oh My, and what would they not be able to see us doing ?" "You know!" "I know a couple of things Jeff. What do you have in mind ?" As I said this I did indeed pull in where he had shown me. It was a tight squeeze. Neither one of us could have opened a door, even if we had wanted to. I had a full blown erection by this point. "I want to blow you Steve." "Oh My, that does sound nice, and then what ?" "Then you can do whatever you want with me." "Look Jeff, I just came down here to buy some underwear and have dinner." "Steve, I saw that underwear you bought. Do you always wear boxer shorts ?" "No, usually just when I'm working."
"Are you wearing some now ?" "Um, Jeff, look, you seem like a really nice kid, you know. And I don't want to, um, to do anything you might regret." "I'm not going to regret anything Steve. Do you have boxer shorts on under your jeans right now ?" "Yes, I do, blue ones, blue flannel as a matter of fact." "Good, I love boxer shorts. My Dad wears them you know." "Um, no, I mean, I don't know your Dad, as a matter of fact, could we leave your Dad out of this please Jeff ?" "What's wrong Steve, are you getting nervous ? I want to see your blue flannel boxer shorts. May I see them please ?" "Umm, Jeff..." "Steve, I said I want to see your blue flannel boxer shorts. May I please ?" "Umm, look Jeff..." Suddenly he reached over to my side of the Shuttlecraft and in a very swift motion he took the keys out of the ignition. That was when I knew I was really in trouble. This kid was not going to take no for an answer. I could not imagine why I felt like saying no to him. "Steve, I want you to pull your jeans down now. Right now please. I'll give you back your keys later, when I'm done with you." This was not Queer Candid Camera at all, it was the horny cutie from Maple Street. I was in his power. I had no control over the situation. Quite honestly, the kid had me scared. There was nothing I could think of to do about it. "Steve, pull your jeans down NOW, but leave your boxer shorts on." So, I unbuckled my belt. As I did so I looked over at him and there was a gleam in his eye, it was unnatural, driven, I shuddered and felt suddenly cold. I unsnapped my jeans and a little saliva ran out of the corner of his mouth. It rolled down toward his chin. I lost my erection. I unbuckled my pants. "Let's go Steve, I haven't got all night!" I was scared now. My hands trembled a little as I pulled down my zipper. His eyes were even more glazed now.
The drool was dripping from his chin. I wondered if it would stain the upholstery. I also wondered if I would ever get a chance to wear my new underwear. "Pull them down, NOW!" I lifted my butt up off the seat and I pulled my pants down below my knees. My erection came back. "That's better. Much better Steve, you see, if you co-operate with me everything is going to be just fine, isn't it ? Isn't it Steve ?" "Yes, I guess so." "You GUESS so ? You better believe it !" He got up off the seat. He pushed the cup tray in to make more room on the floor. He knelt down between the two front seats. He raised the armrest on the side of my seat. Then he put his face on top of my underwear, the blue flannel boxer shorts. He kissed it through my underwear. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh, it went up inside, inside the blue flannel boxer shorts. I felt wet down there. "Oh Steve, you have a nice one." "Thank you, thank you very nice, I mean much." "You see, I can be nice, can't I Steve ? I can be very nice." "Yes Jeff, you're a very nice young man, very nice." "Thank you Steve, now I'm going to do what I want to do. Is that OK ? Is it OK with you Steve ?" "Yes Jeff, you can do anything, anything at all." It did not sound like my voice saying that. It just sort of came out of me. But I felt my chest moving and my vocal cords too, so I knew I had said it out loud. He started rubbing his nose over my underwear. "Nice smell Steve, nice. Are you circumcised ?" "Um, no, I mean yes, yes, I am circumcised. I am." "You're not sure Steve ?" "Oh, I'm very sure, I just, I guess I got confused for a second." "Steve, do you mind if I bite it a little ?" "Oh Jesus, Jeff, please don't hurt me, no, please.
I don't like that Jeff. It hurts me, please don't bite it. Please." He laughed. It was not a very nice sounding laugh either. It was about power and control. He started to put his teeth on my underwear, the blue flannel boxer shorts. The button fly was undone by the way, did I mention that ? I hate having to unbutton the fly. I felt his teeth starting to tighten, they were, you know, right on it. It felt good though. He was not doing it very hard. Then his hand went further up inside, I felt it brush against the head. My thing twitched all by itself. He bit a little bit harder but it still did not quite hurt. I heard a noise then I realized I was making it. Sort of like the word "Oh" but not exactly. He pulled his hand out and he used it to spread open the fly. He pulled my thing out. He started to stroke it with his hand. "Oh Steve, that is nice, I like that." Now he put his other hand inside my shorts, the blue flannel boxer shorts that is, he had it under my butt. He started probing, trying to find my hole down there. He found it. He went inside a little bit. It was dry, at first it did not feel too good, but then I started to like it. All of a sudden his mouth was on me in the front. He was going up and down on me, fast, hard, his finger was racing in and out of me, down there, inside my blue flannel boxer shorts. Faster now, up, down, in, out. I was getting carried away. It was suddenly good, good for me anyway. I lifted my butt up off the seat to go further inside his mouth. He stopped very quickly. "Down boy. I'll tell you when to move." "Yes sir, I mean yes Jeff" "That's a good boy, good boy Steve." I parked my butt on the drivers seat again. His finger was still inside me down there, two knuckles I think. He went down on me again. Then suddenly he just stopped. He got back up on the passengers seat.
"Get dressed. Fix yourself." "Uh, OK, I guess you are done now ?" "I've had enough. Here are your keys, drive around front Right now !"
I put my thing back inside my blue flannel boxer shorts. I pulled my pants back up. I didn't bother to snap my jeans or pull up my zipper, I just buckled my belt. I took the keyring from his hand and started up the Warp Drives again, and I backed out from the narrow space between the trailers. I drove around front like he said. He got out and stood there for a second looking at me with a crazy look in his eyes. I saw him opening his mouth.
"You fucking faggot. I hate faggots."
He slammed the door and I took off like a bat out of hell. When I got home I threw my blue flannel boxer shorts in the trash can in the kitchen. Then I took a shower. I don't shop at K-Mart anymore.
For a split second I had considered using number twelve; "Hi sexy, want to fool around?" but since he had about a hundred pounds on me I discarded that idea real quickly. The blimp gave me an even more hostile stare and then sauntered away like they always do, testing the strength of the concrete floor as he walked. I continued to check out the underwear. I felt a stirring in my crotch. You see, I find men's underwear sort of stimulating, sexy if you will. I guess if I were heterosexual I might have to feel embarrassed about that, but being myself it's OK. I always just pass by the plain white cotton briefs though, yuch, no style at all, no fashion statement. You see, I AM Queer! I can say fashion statement.
Then I saw a salesclerk putting T-shirts on a rack about ten feet away. I saw well defined shoulders, thin arms, and the back of a head that was covered with fine black hair. Oh My! I suddenly remembered I needed some T-shirts too! I sort of drifted in that direction, pretending for a second to care about Hanes white boredoms. Slowly I inched my way in his direction, hoping he had a lot of T-shirts to put on the display. When was the last time that you went cruising at the K-Mart ?
I got my first glimpse of his face as I rounded the endcap where all of the white tank tops were. Oh my goodness, a 9.7! Oh yes indeed. I started looking at bright orange pocket T-shirts for $7.99, when much to my surprise he spoke to me.
"Can I help you find anything today sir ?"
Wait, I'm at K-Mart! Salespeople at K-Mart do not offer to help anyone, ever. In fact they usually deny working there if you approach them. I turned to face him:
"You wouldn't happen to have any pink shirts with a V neck would you ?" "No sir I'm sorry ? What's a Sysop if you don't mind my asking ?" "Oh, that's short for System Operator, it means a person who runs an electronic Bulletin Board System. I take it you know what the other word means ?"
He smiled! He almost laughed. I was starting to have actual fun here.
"Yes sir, I do. Sometimes I wonder if I'm, you know, whether I might be."
I was flabbergasted. Here I was, out to shock Mr and Mrs Family Values in a public place, and this kid had just blown me away. It was an amazing experience. I looked at him again. About 5'7" tall, maybe 135 pounds, a very cute baby face, he looked like he must have needed a letter from his parents just to get a job. I wondered just what this kids intentions were. I felt sure he was not baiting me, he seemed so sincere. "You mean you are attracted to other guys ?" "Um, yes, I guess so, but I think I like girls too." "Well look, I'm not going to yell at you, you just go ahead and be yourself and don't let anybody give you a bad time about it. Right ?" "Yes, thank you." "How old are you" "Nineteen, well, I'm almost twenty now. So you have a BBS huh ?" "Yes I do, it's a gay BBS, right here in Sunnyvale" "Do you think I could call it sometime ? Does it cost a lot for access ? I mean, do you charge people ?" "No, no, it's free..."
So I gave him the details and he actually wrote down the number. I almost felt giddy, this is not a common occurrence. I ended up buying the yellow fruit boxer shorts and went to an Indian Restaurant in the same little plaza for dinner. It was about 9PM when I was leaving. As I walked back to my van in front of the K-Mart I saw the kid coming out of the store, he seemed to be done for the day. Then he saw me. He started walking towards me, briskly. It was dark outside, early spring, we were still on standard time, but under the bright halogen lights it was easy to see the whole parking lot. I stopped and waited to see where he was going. He walked right up to me. "Excuse me sir..." "Hi, call me Steve please." "Hi, Steve, are you in a hurry or anything ?" "No, not really, I gather you just got done work." "Actually I was done about a half hour ago, you probably didn't notice but I saw you driving into the lot earlier. I was collecting shopping carts outside here at the time. I saw the bumper stickers on your van. Then I saw you and I wanted to meet you. I was sort of following you in the store. I don't usually work in men's clothing." I was completely at a loss for words. I just kept staring at this kid. This gorgeous hunk of still-a-boy, HE was following ME ? I looked around the lot really quick, wondering if I was on Queer Candid Camera or something. The kid was actually cruising me. Finally I found my voice. "You're kidding me, right ?" "No sir, I mean Steve, my name is Jeff by the way, and if I'm bothering you just tell me and I'll leave you alone. Do you have a boyfriend sir, I mean Steve ?" "Umm, no, not at the moment, no, I don't. How can I help you Jeff ? What do you want from me." "Well, um, to tell you the truth, I'm attracted to older men.
And, um, you know, I was wondering if, I hope I'm not bothering you, I was wondering if you thought, you know, if you thought I was cute or anything." He blushed! I might have blushed too. It was an out of reality experience, one of those moments when you wonder if your whole life is just a dream. But I could feel a small pebble inside my left sneaker under my arch. And the traffic on El Camino Real was making noises, a breeze was blowing very lightly, and Jeff's hair was moving very slightly in that breeze. I took a deep breath and it felt good. He had black khaki pants on, they were pleated below the waist, and baggy too. His shirt was black with an orange design that seemed to resemble pink triangles. He had black hi-tops on too. This was just too much to believe all at once. "Jeff, how about if we sit in my van a few minutes and talk?" "Yes, I'd like that, thank you Steve." So he got inside. I turned the key to accessory and turned on the tape deck. Jean Michel Jarre "Revolutions" really low, just for background. He put his hand on my knee. I got an erection. "Not here Jeff!" "How about if we drive around back, OK ?" "You mean, behind the store ?" "Yes, let me show you a place." So I fired up the Warp Drives in my Federation Shuttlecraft, which is cleverly disguised as a Chevy Lumina APV van, and we drove around behind the store. There were two rundown looking old trailers there that looked like they were used for storage.
"All the other guys bring their girlfriends back here. If you pull in between these two trailers nobody will be able to see us." "Oh My, and what would they not be able to see us doing ?" "You know!" "I know a couple of things Jeff. What do you have in mind ?" As I said this I did indeed pull in where he had shown me. It was a tight squeeze. Neither one of us could have opened a door, even if we had wanted to. I had a full blown erection by this point. "I want to blow you Steve." "Oh My, that does sound nice, and then what ?" "Then you can do whatever you want with me." "Look Jeff, I just came down here to buy some underwear and have dinner." "Steve, I saw that underwear you bought. Do you always wear boxer shorts ?" "No, usually just when I'm working."
"Are you wearing some now ?" "Um, Jeff, look, you seem like a really nice kid, you know. And I don't want to, um, to do anything you might regret." "I'm not going to regret anything Steve. Do you have boxer shorts on under your jeans right now ?" "Yes, I do, blue ones, blue flannel as a matter of fact." "Good, I love boxer shorts. My Dad wears them you know." "Um, no, I mean, I don't know your Dad, as a matter of fact, could we leave your Dad out of this please Jeff ?" "What's wrong Steve, are you getting nervous ? I want to see your blue flannel boxer shorts. May I see them please ?" "Umm, Jeff..." "Steve, I said I want to see your blue flannel boxer shorts. May I please ?" "Umm, look Jeff..." Suddenly he reached over to my side of the Shuttlecraft and in a very swift motion he took the keys out of the ignition. That was when I knew I was really in trouble. This kid was not going to take no for an answer. I could not imagine why I felt like saying no to him. "Steve, I want you to pull your jeans down now. Right now please. I'll give you back your keys later, when I'm done with you." This was not Queer Candid Camera at all, it was the horny cutie from Maple Street. I was in his power. I had no control over the situation. Quite honestly, the kid had me scared. There was nothing I could think of to do about it. "Steve, pull your jeans down NOW, but leave your boxer shorts on." So, I unbuckled my belt. As I did so I looked over at him and there was a gleam in his eye, it was unnatural, driven, I shuddered and felt suddenly cold. I unsnapped my jeans and a little saliva ran out of the corner of his mouth. It rolled down toward his chin. I lost my erection. I unbuckled my pants. "Let's go Steve, I haven't got all night!" I was scared now. My hands trembled a little as I pulled down my zipper. His eyes were even more glazed now.
The drool was dripping from his chin. I wondered if it would stain the upholstery. I also wondered if I would ever get a chance to wear my new underwear. "Pull them down, NOW!" I lifted my butt up off the seat and I pulled my pants down below my knees. My erection came back. "That's better. Much better Steve, you see, if you co-operate with me everything is going to be just fine, isn't it ? Isn't it Steve ?" "Yes, I guess so." "You GUESS so ? You better believe it !" He got up off the seat. He pushed the cup tray in to make more room on the floor. He knelt down between the two front seats. He raised the armrest on the side of my seat. Then he put his face on top of my underwear, the blue flannel boxer shorts. He kissed it through my underwear. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh, it went up inside, inside the blue flannel boxer shorts. I felt wet down there. "Oh Steve, you have a nice one." "Thank you, thank you very nice, I mean much." "You see, I can be nice, can't I Steve ? I can be very nice." "Yes Jeff, you're a very nice young man, very nice." "Thank you Steve, now I'm going to do what I want to do. Is that OK ? Is it OK with you Steve ?" "Yes Jeff, you can do anything, anything at all." It did not sound like my voice saying that. It just sort of came out of me. But I felt my chest moving and my vocal cords too, so I knew I had said it out loud. He started rubbing his nose over my underwear. "Nice smell Steve, nice. Are you circumcised ?" "Um, no, I mean yes, yes, I am circumcised. I am." "You're not sure Steve ?" "Oh, I'm very sure, I just, I guess I got confused for a second." "Steve, do you mind if I bite it a little ?" "Oh Jesus, Jeff, please don't hurt me, no, please.
I don't like that Jeff. It hurts me, please don't bite it. Please." He laughed. It was not a very nice sounding laugh either. It was about power and control. He started to put his teeth on my underwear, the blue flannel boxer shorts. The button fly was undone by the way, did I mention that ? I hate having to unbutton the fly. I felt his teeth starting to tighten, they were, you know, right on it. It felt good though. He was not doing it very hard. Then his hand went further up inside, I felt it brush against the head. My thing twitched all by itself. He bit a little bit harder but it still did not quite hurt. I heard a noise then I realized I was making it. Sort of like the word "Oh" but not exactly. He pulled his hand out and he used it to spread open the fly. He pulled my thing out. He started to stroke it with his hand. "Oh Steve, that is nice, I like that." Now he put his other hand inside my shorts, the blue flannel boxer shorts that is, he had it under my butt. He started probing, trying to find my hole down there. He found it. He went inside a little bit. It was dry, at first it did not feel too good, but then I started to like it. All of a sudden his mouth was on me in the front. He was going up and down on me, fast, hard, his finger was racing in and out of me, down there, inside my blue flannel boxer shorts. Faster now, up, down, in, out. I was getting carried away. It was suddenly good, good for me anyway. I lifted my butt up off the seat to go further inside his mouth. He stopped very quickly. "Down boy. I'll tell you when to move." "Yes sir, I mean yes Jeff" "That's a good boy, good boy Steve." I parked my butt on the drivers seat again. His finger was still inside me down there, two knuckles I think. He went down on me again. Then suddenly he just stopped. He got back up on the passengers seat.
"Get dressed. Fix yourself." "Uh, OK, I guess you are done now ?" "I've had enough. Here are your keys, drive around front Right now !"
I put my thing back inside my blue flannel boxer shorts. I pulled my pants back up. I didn't bother to snap my jeans or pull up my zipper, I just buckled my belt. I took the keyring from his hand and started up the Warp Drives again, and I backed out from the narrow space between the trailers. I drove around front like he said. He got out and stood there for a second looking at me with a crazy look in his eyes. I saw him opening his mouth.
"You fucking faggot. I hate faggots."
He slammed the door and I took off like a bat out of hell. When I got home I threw my blue flannel boxer shorts in the trash can in the kitchen. Then I took a shower. I don't shop at K-Mart anymore.
