This is my first submission to Literotica and is based upon my first experience involving both exhibitionism and male to male sex. It would be fair to say it had a huge impact on my understanding of myself and my sexuality. All names and locations have been changed to maintain anonymity. I hope you find it as enjoyable reading as I did experiencing it.
Times were hard when I first left 6th form at the age of 18. Having studied for my A levels I had high hopes of finding a decent job. This was 40 years ago though and the UK was suffering with high levels of unemployment. Still, I had the optimism of youth on my side.
My name is David. Most people called me Dave. I had a few friends and a good social life, even though money was tight. I lived at home my mum. My parents had split a few years before and I was the youngest of 3 children. Both my older brother and sister had left home and I was very aware of how hard my mother worked to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table.
I wanted to be able to contribute and ease the burden but the reality was that finding work was a lot harder than I had expected. It seemed that every application I filled in for work didn't even result in an interview.
Lewis, my best friend at the time, was working full time in a small family run grocers come supermarket and threw me a lifeline when he told me the owners were looking for someone to work as an assistant. Just filling shelves, serving customers and the like. It was only part time work but if I was interested he said he would put my name forward. Any work was good work as far as I was concerned, so told him to go ahead.
Two days later on Thursday evening, I was at the supermarket to meet and be interviewed by Phillip, the owner. He was a nice enough guy in his late 40s at a guess. He was slightly shorter than me. I was 6'1" tall with an athletic build, although I always considered myself a little on the skinny side. He stood around 5'9" or so and had a bit of middle aged spread. I'd seen him many times before when I'd been in to see Lewis or to buy cigarettes or snacks.
As usual he was dressed in shirt and tie tucked into trousers held up with a thick brown leather belt. His brown shoes were always polished. His dark hair was styled in a combover in a poor attempt to hide his oncoming baldness. He wore thick, dark rimmed glasses with thick lenses. All in all, he was a very average looking man.
He took me upstairs to his "office". Basically a desk in the corner of the living room of the flat above the shop that he lived in with his wife.
The interview, if that's what it could be called, was basically him describing the work and the hours he needed me for. Thursday and Friday evenings between 5pm and 9pm and all day on Saturday from 8am to 8pm. He explained that whilst they closed at 8pm on Thursday and Friday and 7pm on Saturday, the additional hour afterwards was to fill the shelves and clean the the floors.
Mostly my job would be manning the till serving customers and general duties, as he called it. It wasn't highly paid but when he asked me if I wanted the job I readily accepted. There wasn't a uniform as such, but he expected me to dress in trousers and shirt. Preferably black trousers and white shirt. I explained that wasn't and issue and with that he told me to be there the following day ready to start my shift at 5pm.
Obviously, delighted that I had at least got a job, I told Lewis on the way out who told me that Phillip would expect me to be there just before the start of my shift. I made a mental note to be there at least 10 minutes early. Then went home to share the good news with my mother.
Everything went as expected. I worked hard and was always willing when asked to do something. The only concerns I had were based around Phillips wife, Tracey.
She was younger than him, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had bleached blond hair and was best described as large in build. She was short at around 5'3" tall but she was a big lady.
The issue with her was her personality. She was horrible to be frank. Foul mouthed and rude. She spoke to Lewis and myself like we were dirt. If she was in a bad mood (which was often) we did our best to keep out of her way. The fact is she frightened me, so I just kept my head down and did whatever she told me to do.
Over the next couple of months I noticed she and Philip were arguing more and more. The shouting from the flat upstairs became normal. Lewis told me I was lucky because I only worked part time and didn't have to listen to it as much as him.
Another couple of weeks went by and I arrived at work on Thursday and Lewis told me Tracey had left. I won't lie, it was music to my ears. I did feel kind of sorry for Phillip however and he did take me up to the "office" to explain that Tracey and he had split up. He didn't seem overly upset, so I assumed it had been on the cards for a while.
