At the age of 4, I lost both my parents in a car accident and was moved from one foster home to another until I was eighteen. Now at the age of 25, I am a fairly successful junior analyst for a big finance company.
Never having had any real friends growing up, I was extremely shy and introverted. Unfortunately the one thing I did have going for me was my looks. At 6 feet, built like a soccer player with dark wavy hair and green eyes, I unfortunately gained more than my fair share of attention from both sexes.
Having come to terms early on in my teens that I was attracted to men, and being too damn scared to venture openly into the gay community, I've basically shied away from any form of social relationships for fear of being ridiculed or judged for my sexual orientation.
So yip, you've guessed it – My name is Carson Landry and I'm a 25 year old gay virgin male.
Having recently moved into a more upscale apartment block due to a promotion at work, I decided to take a step out into the world and make some friends. My opposite neighbor, Mandy was a fresh out of college journalism graduate intent on taking on the journalism world with a bang. Mandy, who was cute in a pixie kind of way, was extremely outgoing and vivacious.
Having learned early on that I was gay and out of bounds to her, she took it upon herself to help me improve my social life and get me laid.
On weekends, she would drag me along with her to clubs and on the odd occasion to a sports bar called Mike's Grill which was, about 2 blocks from the apartment complex. Some weeknights I would go alone to Mike's Grill for a meal or to watch a game. I would be hit on at least 3 times if it was a slow night. However, what kept me going back was the owner, Mike Grayson. Tall, at least 6'3, muscular built with medium brown hair and golden brown eyes, he reminded me of an extremely fit Christian Bale.
On the few times I went to Mike's Grill I would sometimes catch a glimpse of him coming down the stairs which led up to the staff office on the upper level of the bar. He had the most amazing lips and hands that had me fantasizing about how they would feel on my body. Just those thoughts alone had me blushing uncontrollably.
Since Mandy was going down to the coast to visit her retired parents this weekend, I decided on Friday night to head on down to Mike's for a meal and catch up on some games. Since the evenings were getting considerably warmer, I decided to forgo my car and take a leisurely stroll down to the bar. When I arrived, it was just after 7, but the place was already half packed. I wound my way to a table in the corner where I could see the TV screens, and waited for Jody, the friendly middle-aged waitress to bring over the menu.
To my utter shock, Mike himself brought over the menu. As I looked up and blushed, he handed me the menu, and with a sexy tilt of his lips, said "Hey there, sorry for the wait. We down on staff today, so I'll be your waiter tonight."
Cringing in mortification at my own stupidity at staring at him with a 'deer caught in the headlights' look, I quickly took the menu and thanked him. "Just holler when you ready to order", he said as he turned away and headed back behind the bar.
God, how stupid must he think I am? I quickly gathered my scattered wits and got down to choosing something from the menu before the man came back and thought me a complete moron. A couple of minutes later, Mike sauntered over with that sexy swagger of his. "You ready to order?" he asked. "Um, yes, I'll have the BBQ chicken with baked potato and a side salad. Oh, and, a Coke, please", I replied.
He smiled and nodded, and said "No prob, will just be a few minutes. I'll bring your drink in the meantime." He left and returned with a glass of Coke. As he placed it down, he said "I've seen you in here a few times with a pretty girl - is she your girlfriend?"
"Oh, no no, Mandy is just a friend. My, um, neighbor actually. We just hang out sometimes", I stammered. God, why I am so tongue-tied around him, I thought.
