When I was a 20-year-old student, I commuted to a community college and got a job in a popular Chinese restaurant, mostly making food deliveries but also learning food prep when deliveries were slow. I wanted to get my associate degree in Culinary Arts so I could use that to get into the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) or, I dreamed, the Escoffier School.
I am white, which apparently shocked people I worked there, but one of the cooks was Mexican. I wanted to learn about all the national styles of cuisine.
At this point I had two experiences with guys, one a year or so ago with a grad student, which was very 'meh' and another with an older guy who catfished me.
The second man was a gross fat older guy, so I was pretty set I was straight.
At the end of a shift, and around closing if a late delivery order came in, I would cash out and pay for that delivery, so when I got the money I could just keep it and go straight home.
One winter night, I cashed out for a last delivery to a nearby town to which I seldom delivered. And, I had never been to the neighborhood the order was going to. Most of our customers were regulars.
I get to the address and ring the bell. The guy that answered was apparently my type because I remember getting very turned on, nervous and could barely speak. Let's call him Rex for the purposes of my confession.
Rex's flannel shirt was wide open, and he had a really great body, muscled but naturally so. Probably in his late 40s early 50s, he had some sexy hair on his chest and a happy trail down his abdomen -- not a six pack but tight. Rex was very handsome, rugged.
He said, "Oh, sorry, I wasn't expecting it to be that fast. Why don't you come in while I get my wallet."
Normally, we didn't go past the door for reasons of personal safety and courtesy. But, it was bitterly cold and a stiff wind almost pushed me in. I stuttered an okay and stepped inside to follow him in. On the coffee table, I saw several books and magazines that were clearly in no order and one of them caught my eye.
It was a graphic novel or comic, but the open page showed two guys fucking. I couldn't stop staring at it and he caught me. The whole time I am oblivious to the possibility he was baiting me. Rex grabbed it and apologized.
"I usually keep those things out of plain sight," he said. "You're not old enough to see it.
Not thinking, I just responded with a laugh and said, "It's OK. I'm old enough. I'm 20, and I've seen a few things." Rex chuckled softly with relief.
"Shit," I thought. "He probably thinks I'm flirting now. ... Am I?"
Who knew. I was young and dumb.
Then, he asked if I had ever seen anything like that before.
I said no, not exactly.
"I've seen porn and lots of magazines as a kid, but never comics like that."
Rex said he likes them and found them years ago through a friend. He finally handed me the money and said, "Sorry for taking your time. I'm sure you have to get back to make more deliveries."
Dumb me responded, "No problem, I cashed out, so I can go home from here. I'm not doing anything more anyway."
"Well, in that case, do you want to watch the game with me. Maybe warm up a little with a beer or two before you go?"
It was Monday Night Football, and it was almost arctic outside. I said, "OK" with a nervous voice because I wasn't yet 21.
Rex laughed and said, "Don't worry I won't tell anyone if you don't tell anyone I gave it to you. I am good at keeping secrets. I bet you are too." I nodded in the affirmative.
I chuckled as he grabbed some beers for us, and we sat down. I'd never done anything like that with a customer, and honestly, I can't believe I did. It was the lusty 'lizard brain' taking over, my youthful horniness, like a part of me wasn't telling my mind what I was even wanting to happen.
As we were sitting there talking and watching the game that novel was still there, and I kept peeking at it.
During a commercial break, Rex noticed and told me to take a look and see if I liked it. I started looking through it. The graphic novel was definitely leather-heavy with plenty of daddy/bears fucking twinks.
At the time, i was five foot 11 inches, very fit and lean, probably slightly taller and muscled than a twink but still in that range. I didn't have much body hair -- wisps on my legs and arms, thicker at the pubes. My beard line was mostly under my jaw, giving me a youthful face.
That's also about the time he asked me my name, Danny, and he told me his.
Rex was about my six one or two inches, but definitely more than 200 pounds, very strong and fit.
I'm flipping through the book, and he asks me what I think.
