Gay Erotic Stories

The Taco Man, Part I Oh fuck! I'd done this a hundred times before. It was a lot like any other time, standing in line in a public place and I'd see a really hot looking guy. It's always been easier to cruise guys outdoors, like at the zoo or in Lincoln Park because I normally wear sunglasses when I'm outside. This time it was in the mall. We'd stopped in to pick up a few things on a Saturday morning and I was anxious to get home so that I could finish mowing the lawn, wash both cars, practice with the kids on their tennis form and still have enough time to lay in the floating pool chair before going to an anniversary party at my boss' house that evening. We found the necessary items and I was pushing towards the exit when one of the kids casually mentioned that he was thirsty. Damn! My wife is a real sucker for such an off-hand comment and she insisted that we go to the refreshment area (you know, where they have about 50 different little fast-food places of various ethnic type) for a drink. Of course one kid wanted a coke and the other had to have an orange drink. Practically every counter there offered Coke, but I had to walk a bit to find one which had orange. It was a taco place, not the taco place (the one with the Bell) but I didn't give a shit because we weren't getting tacos anyhow. I stood at the counter and placed my order with a rather overweight counter girl and it seemed like she took forever to fill up a couple of cups with soft drinks. I looked up and something caught my eye....it was this guy standing there at the counter where they actually construct the tacos, enchiladas, burritos and all that other shit that I can't stand. At first I saw him only from the side, actually it was almost a total rear-view shot, except that his face was turned towards the right. A head full of thick dark hair, curls at the collar and a face in need of a shave made me take notice. He finished what he was doing and turned toward the girl waiting on me. That's when I got a better look at him and I knew I was hooked. You see, poking out the top of his olive-green, pullover work-shirt were tufts of dark brown hair that gave this guy the appearance of being a real hunk, at least it certainly did for me. Okay, every fantasy or real-life encounter I've had with another guy (both before and after my marriage) was with guys like him. It's not like I've actually done it with hundreds of other guys, but I've certainly wanted to. Take for instance the burly guy named Lou who helped work on the addition to our house last summer. I dropped more than a couple of loads fantasizing about making it with him. Jesus, he looked like a fucking gorilla with all his thick black body hair. One day I was home when they were working on the house, and he'd pulled off his shirt by 10:00 in the morning, giving me a good look at his furry body. I beat off three times that day, twice watching him from the window and another time fingering my own ass-hole and wishing it was him fucking me. Unfortunately, he was one I couldn't risk making a play for. I mean what if he told his friend who was our contractor? Jerry might have said something about it and then my ass would be in a sling. Ooh, under the right circumstances that doesn't seem so bad after all! So I'm standing across the counter from this humpy guy who's name tag says he's "Rick" and he's the assistant manager. I'd guess him to be between 23 and 25 years old, although with really hairy guys like him it's sometimes hard to tell. The odd thing about this whole experience was that while I was totally mesmerized by his appearance he was sort of staring back at me. I figured at first that he knew I was gay (or bi) and checking him out. I paid for my drinks and left the counter, but managed to think of an excuse to go back. I'd forgotten the straws. I returned to the service area, slowly and deliberately getting a couple of them. The assistance manager named Rick was still back there watching me watch him. Damn! If I'd been alone I might have decided to order something more in the hopes that maybe he'd wait on me this time. It wouldn't be the first time I came up with a line on the fly to get a conversation going with some hot guy. But just what the hell would I say? Would it be something like...."Hi, my name's Denny and I'd love to run my tongue all over your hairy body, then have you fuck the shit out of me. Let me take my wife and kids home and we'll meet somewhere later huh?" ...not exactly! We went home and there was enough to keep my mind occupied so that I almost forgot about seeing him. This party at my boss's was a casual family-type thing, he'd made a point of saying that we should bring children along. The only problem was that he'd made little or no provisions for things for kids to do there and the food on the hors d'ouvres table wasn't exactly what your typical kid would eat. There was plenty to drink though, and I took advantage of that. By 9:00 or so the party was really getting boring and we managed to sneak away. Once out of the driveway one of my kids mentioned that she hadn't had anything to eat. "Can we stop for McDonalds daddy?" she asked, and her little brother countered with "No, how about Taco Bell?" It seemed like a reasonable request, and the mere mention of the word "taco" brought back the memory of seeing that guy earlier in the other taco place at the mall. Now here's where the really weird part comes in because I knew I didn't have enough cash in my wallet to buy enough of what the kids wanted so we stopped at the grocery for me to cash a check. As is always the case, the check-out line a had a wait (even in express!) and I stood there impatiently wishing the ass-hole in front of me would hurry up. Had I not glanced up to the exit to check the clock I would've missed him and at first I almost doubted that it was him, but there was no doubt about it. walking out of the store was Rick, the assistant manager from the mall taco place. I wanted to get out of line and following him out the door, but I was stuck in the middle of several waiting customers. The check-out line next to ours opened up and I jumped over, still behind another customer and I saw the automatic door open. Awe shit, he walked back into the store. I watched as he strutted down in front of all the check-out lines and over towards the pharmacy section. The guy in front of me hadn't gotten his check authorized, making yet another delay in the whole irritating process and as I stood there tapping my toe impatiently I saw Rick and a companion leave the store. He was with another guy, but not one who interested me at all. Rick's open-necked uniform shirt had been replaced by a casual pull-over but I could still see the dark tufts of hair poking out the top all the way around the collar. Finally I got my cash and ran out the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of what kind of car he had. Too late, he and his friend were gone by the time I got out to the parking lot. Damn! Had I just encountered him at the taco place that morning I think I might have just let it go, chalked it up to being turned on by a guy in the mall. Seeing him twice in the same day though, convinced me that I wanted to get better acquainted. The place I work isn't one where I punch a time clock. It's perfectly reasonable that an accountant might have a lunch appointment with a client, and that's where I told Marge (the secretary shared by four of us) that I was going. I drove to the mall and headed right for the taco place, stepped up to the counter and had the distinct misfortune to draw that same fat girl as a server. Maybe that was a good omen, but as I looked around behind her I didn't see Rick anywhere. Damn! I placed an order for a drink (remember, I don't like tacos like my kids do) and waited for her to fill the order. All the while I kept looking for him to come from out back somewhere but he didn't. I sat down at the table out in the common seating area and just kept my eyes peeled in case he appeared. I'd finished my coke and was munching on the ice (yeah, yeah, I know what they say about people who chew on ice being sexually frustrated and I guess I'm living proof that it's true!) when all of a sudden I saw him. He'd come out to check something and, as luck would have it, the fat girl went in the back at the same time. This was my chance, and I seized it without delay. I raced back to the counter but tried not to appear too eager. He was still busy with something and hadn't seen me or heard me. I cleared my throat and said "UHF, excuse me, could I have a refill on this?" Oh shit, he looked even better this day than the first time (or the second time) I'd seen him. This time he had a yellow shirt instead of the green one, and the thick brown hair poking out the open neck was even more obvious in contrast to the brighter color. "Yes sir, who'll it be?" he asked, and I wanted to say "You, buck- naked in the motel across the street!" Instead I told him I was drinking Coke and needed another. I pulled out my wallet and he informed me that refills were free. "No kidding? What a deal!" I said, trying to keep the conversation going. I almost wished I did have to pay, that would have given me an excuse to continue standing there and wait while he made change. Instead I had no reason not to leave. Nonetheless, I didn't leave, I just stood there until he finally said "Something wrong sir?" "Oh no, it's just that....well I mean...you look really familiar to me" I said, creating this whole story as I went along. "I mean I can't shake the idea that I know you from somewhere. Where'd you go to high school and when did you graduate?" He looked at me funny, and I related that I used to be a school teacher, many years earlier. Maybe you were one of my students back ten years or so ago?" I surmised and he laughed. "Nah I just graduated from here in town a couple of years back..... class of '95". "No kidding!" I said, expressing genuine surprise. "I'd have guessed you were older than that, 23 or 24 at least!" "Yeah well, I've always looked older than my age. Must be the heavy beard that does it" he suggested. "And that fuckin' sexy mat of chest-hair!" I thought to myself, but didn't say it. "Yeah that must be it!" I said instead, adding "I'll bet you were always popular in high school, the guy who could always go into a liquor store and get booze for your buddies huh?" He grinned as if to confirm that my suspicion was correct, but didn't actually admit it. "You teachers don't miss a trick do you?" he teased and I told him I'd gotten out of teaching about ten years earlier. "Hell, you probably make as much here as I did back then with a master's degree" I said, giving that as my primary reason for getting out of teaching. I didn't bother telling Rick that the real reason for my exit from the field of education was that I got caught one Saturday morning in the teachers' lounge with my cock buried up the ass of the football team captain. I could make a joke about him being a "tight end" but won't because it was the principal himself who walked in on us. To make matters even worse, the football jock was the principal's son. I was given the opportunity to resign or face charges, so I quit public school teaching and got into public accounting. All in all, it was a good decision. The fat girl in back called for Rick and he excused himself, saying that it was nice talking to me but he had to go. I couldn't believe that stupid bitch ruined the whole thing, we were really beginning to talk and she was screaming something about being out of green peppers. I went back to the office, made a couple of business calls and then hatched my plan. First I called directory assistance and asked for the area office for the taco chain where Rick worked. Then I called that number and asked for the district manager, told her how pleased I was with one of her establishments and wanted to personally commend the efforts of the assistant manager. "Let's see, his name is Rick something-or-other" I said, and I could hear her shuffling papers in the background. "Oh yes, Rick, Rick, let's see. Oh sure, that's Rick Jenson" she finally said, no doubt reading it off a sheet on her desk and pretending that she knew his name off the top of her head. "Yes I think that's it, unless there's another Rick working there" I said, and I could visualize her looking down her list and checking, then responding. "No, to the best of my knowledge, Mr. Jenson is the only Rick or Rich or Richard we have working there. Can I ask your name sir, so that I can pass the compliment along?" she asked, and I hung up. I pulled out the local phone book and turned to the center of the book, to where the "J's" were. There were several Jenson's listed (we live in a fairly Scandanavian area) but only two of the were Richard's. I dialed the first number and got an answering machine with an older lady who said "Dick and I are both unavailable right now, but leave your name and number an....." blah, blah. I figured this was a retired couple. I dialed the second number, expecting not to get any answer at all. What I really wanted was where Rick lived, and from the address listed in the phone book I figured it was the apartment complex not far from the grocery store where I'd seen him the other night. After two rings I was ready to hang up, but instead someone answered. "Yeah?" the guy said, and I asked if Rick was there, knowing that he wasn't. "No, he's still at work until about 5:00 today, you want to call him there?" He gave me a number which I later verified was the taco place, so I was certain I had the right Rick Jenson at least. "You callin' about the ad in the paper? the guy asked, and I asked what he meant. "The ad for a roommate that Rick placed. I'm all loaded up and ready to go and he's desperate for someone To split the cost of this place. There's two separate bedrooms, but we share the bathroom" the guy said. "You'd pay half of $480 per month, plus electric" he went on, and suddenly I realized how this could all work out. I thanked the guy (named Tony) and dialed the number he'd given me. "Taco Town!" a shrill female voice answered (it was probably the fat bitch!) and I asked if I could speak to Rick. "Is this a business call?" she had the nerve to ask, and I insisted that it was. I don't think he recognized my voice, but I told Rick that I'd called about the ad in the paper and his roommate had given me this number to call. "No kiddin'" he said "I didn't think that ad was going to be in until tomorrow's edition. How about that!" He told me all the great (?) stuff about the apartment as Tony already had, and I asked if I could come by later to see it. "I'm off at 5:00, can we make it about 6:00 so I have time to hit the pool after work?" he asked and I said that was fine. I'd barely put the phone down before it buzzed and I picked it up. "It's your wife on line #2" Marge said, and I punched the flashing button. "Hi honey, what's up for tonight?" she asked, and I made up some bullshit about being in the middle of an audit and I'd probably be quite late getting home. "I'll just grab sandwich or something here" I told her "Don't wait dinner for me". It ended up being just as well because she was calling to say that she and her sister were taking all the kids to the movies and out for dinner. "On Monday, kids eat free at Chicken Villa, you know" she said. "Yeah I know" I said, realizing just how well my plan could work.