by
WRJ
When I was twenty years old, I got a job as a salesman to help defray some my college expenses. It was a high-tech appliance type store, and I used to get-off laughing at some of the assholes who would walk in and didn�t know a hard drive from stick shift. Still, there were the occasional super cool patrons who would wander in and really make my day. For instance, there was this one late afternoon when the manager had left early and this rather confused, very cute, married guy came in. You know the type. He probably fooled around in college, once, just for the thrill. And now, fourteen years, a wife, and three kids, later, he�s had dreams of trying it again; but is scared shitless to ever follow through on it. It was that sort of guy. When he walked in, I got "woody" just looking at the quiet lust of his subtle, animal gait
I found out later that this attractive, physically fit, thirty-six year old bank executive was bored. His name was Robert Sanderson, and even though he totally appreciated his work, his family, and his life, in general, he was bored. He had been �very� married for the past fourteen years, and he robotically performed all the chores and responsibilities necessary for a man of his education and social status. But he was bored. He dreamed of doing something breathtakingly exciting. He craved to do something completely out-of-the-ordinary; he wanted to do something patently outlandish! He wanted to have an affair. More than anything else, he wanted, needed someone he could openly express his sexuality with. But Robert Sanderson feared his wife, feared his in-laws, feared his community leaders. Most of all, Robert feared himself. Come on, you know, the type of super closeted-dude who waits until his late forties or early fifties for his frustration level to totally explode, and then he does something so insanely over-the- top that it utterly devastates his family and his entire up-tight, homophobic, heterosexual community. Well, was our man, Robert.
Anyway, that afternoon I noticed him when he parked his station wagon in the parking lot, and strode toward the door. He had a really hot, slightly bow-legged stride. Yeah, �hot� is the word, 'cause from the way he walked, it was apparent that those balls hadn�t been adequately released in years. The little ding dong chime announced his arrival when he stepped inside. Except for an elderly couple, the store was empty. I was watching him in a mirror that reflected the front of the store, so he didn�t see me. He wandered on back toward the Video section, stopping on the way to inspect a few new gadgets that had just came in. He seemed to lose himself for several minutes as he explored a particular laptop. He looked so damn cute standing there silently machinating over god-knows-what. I had to get close enough to sniff all that obviously-married, sexually-frustrated, masculinity.
�Can I help you with something, sir?� I asked.
�What..?� he replied, nervously turning to his right, to look me straight in the face. I had, for whatever reason, startled him. But, he must have liked what he saw because his eyes widened with delight and he seemed to emit a subtle glow. He just stood there seemingly trapped in the embracing gaze of my seductive, youthful smile. Dang, my perfect white teeth can dazzle anyone. And boy did I dig older men at that time; older, straight, married men
The intruding, ding-dong resonance of the bell announcing the arrival and departure of customers rudely snapped Robert Sanderson�s mind back to reality.
�Oh�yeah! Yeah! This laptop�.ah..it�s really got my attention!� he nervously offered, pulling his attention from my eyes and smile back down to the computer. Ah-Ha! And of course, this only inspired me to promptly segue into a spiffy sales spiel for the new and improved Dell laptop. Throughout my entire sales pitch his attention was completely imprisoned by my every movement. He even seemed enraptured by the rising and falling inflections of my words, and my youthful animated enthusiasm. At one point he even complimented me on my stiff, white shirt, khaki pants and slightly scuffed loafers. Oh yeaahhh, Robert gonna be my daddy tonight, I thought, as I flashed him my sexiest, boyishly-lopsided smile. I was really working-it, because this guy really, really had it going on. I wanted him bad. And I was using every ploy I knew to completely escalate his mind and penis into an advanced state of incinerating arousal. And boy, I was really being bombarded by the scorching heat of that yearning, married-man raging arousal that savagely burned just inside those Armani trousers.
Even though I was selling myself, I also wanted to make a retail sale. A large part of my income was on a commission basis. Finally, when he looked as though he had been completely sold by my adroit salesmanship, I asked, �Will that be cash or charge, sir?�
part 2
