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A short retro fantasy by special guest author 11plus – repeated from 2013.
Oh no, it wasn’t at all easy working in the big old city in those days. I was finding it hard to come to terms with my bisexuality. I was young and impressionable and living in some very strange accommodation. I wasn’t earning much and I worked in a grim old office block, which resembled something from the DDR, or somewhere else from behind the Iron Curtain.
Strangely enough, the highlight of my workday was often going to buy a sandwich at lunchtime. I’d tried several takeaway cafés and sandwich bars when I hit upon one I really liked. The food – the sandwiches – tasted great. They were made to order, usually by an Italian guy I took to be the proprietor. I soon developed a gay crush on him. He wasn’t my first, but one of the early few. I think it was his sideburns, more than anything. Yes, it was definitely his bushy black Teddyboy sideburns. His hair was slicked back, possibly with something like Brylcreem. More likely, its Italian equivalent. That or olive oil! Anyway, at the time this extra virgin didn’t know what to make of my feelings for him.
There was something particularly sexy about watching him prepare your sandwich. His big strong hands held a sharp black-handled kitchen knife. He had great technique, and could cut a tomato into wafer-thin slices that seemed to defy gravity by staying together, rather than falling apart. Needless to say, I always ordered something with tomato in, just to watch this dusky, swarthy, sexy beast in action. After a few weeks, I think he had me rumbled. I felt my attentions were unwelcome and I didn’t want him to knife me! Sadly, I took my business elsewhere. That horny man still figured in my dreams and fantasies. In them, he’d put down the sharp knife and pick up a school cane to beat me with! Or have me over his knees for a hot and relentless hand spanking. Or thrust his Italian stallion penis towards my tender, youthful buttocks. Or maybe all three! Yes, he was sex on legs and figured in my fantasies for a long, long time.
I remember too, that in those far off days, decent porn was hard to find. The Tom of Finland guys had those sideburns I loved alright, and a healthy helping of macho sex. But popular gay mags like Zipper and Vulcan just didn’t cut it for me. The lads were too young and, ahem, clean for my taste. Although in hindsight, I rather wished I’d had the guts to model for a photoshoot back then! Anyway, hot older guys just didn’t seem to figure in the gay porn I could find. You could find them in among the pages of fun in spanking mags like Februs, London Life, Janus, Blushes and Swish! but they were always thrashing beautiful female buttocks there.
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All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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