I was at college and needed a little job to earn some money to pay for beer, my mates Dad offered me a job labouring with him. I quickly accepted and was paid cash in hand, of course being the new kid on the block I was an easy target, I was a bit of a pretty boy, and used to turn up on site with flashy clothes and steelys that had clearly never seen a days graft.
Despite being ribbed constantly there was a good crack amongst my new workmates, we were sat round having a tea break and I'd just walked in on a conversation about a night out. It seemed to go a little quiet, then one of the lads invited me to tag along.
I was a little apprehensive, as these lads were real big drinkers, I thought what the Hell it might be a bit of a laugh.
Friday night came and We'd arranged to meet at a pub I'd never heard of, but the taxi dropped me right outside. I waited about for a few minutes, but didn't see anyone from work. I decided to go in, it was a nice place, though fairly quiet. I ordered my drink, then lit a cigarette. Just the one, then if nobody comes I'm off, I told myself.
I finished my pint then went off for a pee, when I came back there was another pint on the table I'd been sat at. I was about to leave, and the barman pointed to an older guy who was sat in the corner "He's bought that for you"
I raised my glass and said cheers.
He smiled and told me I was welcome, then asked me to come and join him.
I sat opposite him he then said "I've not seen you here before, did you know it was a gay bar?"
I laughed and told him I had no idea.
"Oh that's a pity" he replied
I told him what had happened with my workmates and he giggled, which really emphasised the dimples in his chiseled face.
We sat and made small talk, and I offered to buy him a drink
"No you're alright son"he replied
I walked to the bar and bought him one anyway.
"You're a little bugger you are" he smirked "and a bloody cute on at that"
I blushed, I'd never been hit on by a guy before, but I liked it.
He asked me if I was heading into town, I told him that I would probably just be heading home.
He then said "My home would be more fun"
I smiled and said that I'd happily join him for a drink and a chat, but that I wasn't gay.
"No worries" He smiled "I'll book a cab"
The taxi arrived and we chatted about music, football, work and all sorts of things, I felt really at ease.
"By the way I'm Michael" he offerd me his hand
I shook it, and responded "Nice to meet you Micheal, I'm Chris"
We arrived at a beautiful semi detached house, somewhere on the outskirts of town.
"Make yourself at home Chris, I'll go fetch us a drink"
I sat on the plush leather sofa, and after what seemed ages Micheal reappeared holding two glasses of whisky
wearing a bath robe, which was open and just a pair of tight white briefs.
Michael had a very nice physique, not overly muscly, a small spattering of grey chest hair, mesmerising blue eyes and by the look of his pants he'd got a pair of socks down there as there was no way that was his cock... I was soon to find out for sure...
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