Seba didn't intend to be a shelf-stacker in this supermarket all his life, but for now that was his lot. He was about to go to university and this was a way of saving some money in his home town, Paramaribo, Suriname. It's a country on the north coast of south America, and I was an expat there, working at a local newspaper.
Seba was much younger than me, but he was of legal age, so the age gap was exciting for both of us. That's the impression I got, anyway, during my visits to the supermarket, where I would find him skulking around, not doing much. We had caught each other's eye and over the weeks we had allowed our eyes to roam each other's body. He was short and slim, and not Chinese, but certainly something south Asian with a bit of Indian in the mix. They call them Hindustanis there.. I had never had sex with anyone of his ethnic mix, and it was an extra exciting element. Somehow it just added to the naughty feeling - the feeling that we shouldn't be thinking what we were thinking about each other.
I could only guess at what he was thinking, but from the way he averted his eyes and bent to reach something on a low shelf or squatted to rearrange something, I guessed it involved exposing his ass to me. I could tell he wanted me to do things to him and make him do things to me, and I intended to do that, all right. But first I had to engineer a meeting.
It was, at that stage, possible that I had misread the signs or that he would chicken out when it came down to it, but I had to set something up and see.
We had started to exchange a few words, just casual conversation about learning English, so I decided to build on that.
Today I hung around the storeroom door where they bring stuff out, and one of Seba's friends said hello as he went in. He was an effeminate young man about the same age. I thought I detected something in his eye. He clearly liked me too, although I hadn't started anything with him - yet. I heard a flurry of conversation and then Seba appeared and nodded to a corner of the fruit and vegetables section, so I followed hm there.
"You working tomorrow?" I asked in what I hoped was a conversational tone.
"No," he replied. "Why?"
"I'm not either," I said. "I live at the bottom of the hill. Little white house set back from the road."
"I know," Seba said. My right hand paid an involuntary visit to my bulge and I casually scratched my cock. Seba's eyes followed and his own left hand reached around to his buttocks and he too scratched lightly. Coincidence? Nerves? Or subconscious communication?
"Come round at ten in the morning," I said. "We can have an English lesson." He nodded and went about his business.
I fact, his English was good enough, because most people in Suriname can speak it if they want to. But it's a former Dutch colony, so that language is also spoken, along with Chinese and others.
Another striking thing about Suriname is that, in addition to being an aggressive place where the men tend to be macho, traffic is crazy and dogs are fierce, there is a constant undercurrent of sex, as if most people are actively looking for someone to fuck. The women I had met were quickly on their knees, complaining but obviously accustomed to being made to suck their master's cock. I suspected that was what Seba was expecting too, and I wasn't going to disappoint him.
He appeared at five past ten on a Suzuki scooter, wearing tight shorts such as women tend to, and a loose t-shirt.
We had a drink of water and sat together at the dining table, where I had set up my laptop and opened a notepad.
"What would you like to learn today?" I asked. Sometimes it's good to let the student pick a topic because they know their strengths and weaknesses.
"Parts of body?" Seba suggested. We went through the face and head, neck, chest and ribs.
"The chest. And either side," I said. "Women have breasts. We have nipples, because male and female start out the same and certain parts are just like left over." I lifted my short and showed him my nipples. "It feels good having your nipples sucked, just like it does for a woman," I said.
"You want me to..." he began nervously. I pulled my shirt off and he fell onto my chest gratefully, sucking my little buttons. I held his head to my chest and stroked his neck. Then my hand wandered down to his shorts and i felt his stiffening cock.
"Oh man," Seba said. "You know, don't you?"
"Know what?"
"That I like men.."
"Yes, I know," I replied. "It's okay. It's good. Do you want to suck me?"
"I want you to kiss me," he said.
