Young Gay Twink
There's a young gay twink in my new office. He's very gay. Gay with a capital G... not that there is any thing wrong with that. (Boom bang)
I don't tend to tell my colleagues on a temporary assignment that I am gay, not that any of them tend to ask. I usually am asked if I follow the football long before anyone asks my marital status, if they ask that at all. Occasionally, I am asked if I have kids, but not often. So they never know if I am gay, or not.
I'm always fascinated by effeminate twinks, I am not really sure why? I have to walk passed him if I head out of the office, head to the kitchen, or head to the toilet. He's begun giving me looks and coy smiles, whenever I walk by. I thought, I guess he had guessed, my macho exterior is not so impenetrable, but it dawned on me that I probably started looking at him, before he did me, with my fascination for little screamers. But, you know, that's okay, it can be our secret.
He's funny. He gives me a little sideways look whenever I pass, almost batting his eye lids. His mouth curls into a smile right at the end of his look, just as I am about to pass him. I look away and smile on the inside.
I think I might keep up the sly looks... but, remain mysterious, leave him guessing. I like the game. He can speak to me if he wants, but otherwise there will be nothing from me. Keep him thinking.
I watched him strutting around the office later in the day, with his pert little arse. He’d be a bottom for sure. I wondered how many men had been up his butt? Had made him moan face down on the bed? It made me laugh. That would be an opening line, hey?
I don't tend to tell my colleagues on a temporary assignment that I am gay, not that any of them tend to ask. I usually am asked if I follow the football long before anyone asks my marital status, if they ask that at all. Occasionally, I am asked if I have kids, but not often. So they never know if I am gay, or not.
I'm always fascinated by effeminate twinks, I am not really sure why? I have to walk passed him if I head out of the office, head to the kitchen, or head to the toilet. He's begun giving me looks and coy smiles, whenever I walk by. I thought, I guess he had guessed, my macho exterior is not so impenetrable, but it dawned on me that I probably started looking at him, before he did me, with my fascination for little screamers. But, you know, that's okay, it can be our secret.
He's funny. He gives me a little sideways look whenever I pass, almost batting his eye lids. His mouth curls into a smile right at the end of his look, just as I am about to pass him. I look away and smile on the inside.
I think I might keep up the sly looks... but, remain mysterious, leave him guessing. I like the game. He can speak to me if he wants, but otherwise there will be nothing from me. Keep him thinking.
I watched him strutting around the office later in the day, with his pert little arse. He’d be a bottom for sure. I wondered how many men had been up his butt? Had made him moan face down on the bed? It made me laugh. That would be an opening line, hey?
"How many men's cocks have you had fucking your arse, boy?"
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