The Shop Across The Road - Sex Stories

The Shop Across The Road

Chapter One: When my long-term relationship ended, I decided to move to a remote one-horse town. The place consisted of one shop across the road from me in the main road, a pub about one hundred meters away on my right, and my gallery. There were about forty homes scattered about, and a population of no more than eighty people, living there. My decision to open the gallery was that the town was on a tourist route, and also housed ten full time artists. The artists only opened their homes to the public twice a year, for two days during an art route. I figured that with the gallery, I could offer them full time representation in their town. The idea was welcomed by the artists, and I received their full support. The area was essentially a farming region, and the town was regularly frequented by all the farmers. There were also several nearby towns, ranging from ten to twenty miles away, and the inhabitants of these places also often visited our small town. The men were all very butch, and I had a constant supply of eye candy across the road. Visiting the pub was a source of total delight to me and I would often be in horny overload upon my return home. Having never hidden the fact that I was gay, my initial presence was met with scepticism from many of the locals. After a few months however, the novelty had worn off, and everyone became much friendlier towards me. The people in the area were a very earthy bunch, and apart from the rough language could be very crude at times. ...

... It took a month to get use to this but I quickly got into the swing of things and overlooked this inconsequential oddity. As I settled in, the place grew on me, and I was extremely pleased about my ridiculous decision to live here. Although I had visitors to the gallery during the week, they were few and far between. Most of the business usually happened on weekends when the town got busier. One Wednesday, I sauntered across the road to buy a few things. Mannie, the shopkeeper, was there as usual, and a tall man named Tom was also in the shop. I had seen Tom from time to time but he had not really made a great impression on me. He was rather sinewy, and very tall, standing at 6’4”. In the shop it struck me that he was actually better looking than I had initially thought. Tom wore wellington boots, long shorts in need of a wash, and a T-shirt that had seen better days. His hands were huge, and definitely belonged to a farmer. Tufts of dark hair sprouted out from under a baseball cap that he was wearing. He had stubble that was quite a few days old and a rather thick moustache. Tom had a lovely smile, and intense green eyes. All in all, he was quite hot! Chapter Two: Mannie introduced me as David and then made a crude joke. He said that he was dying to try out the gay thing, adding, “If you can take the shit, I will take the pain.” As usual he almost split a gut at his own joke. Tom and I politely laughed along. He also mentioned to Tom that I made the best coffee in the entire ...