University student Tony Bianchi needs an income but refuses to work at a fast food joint, so when he sees an advertisement for a sales assistant at an adult bookshop, he answers it.
Tony isn’t crazy about the job, but when Miles Connerly strolls into the shop one night, everything changes. Suddenly selling dildoes becomes a much more interesting proposition.
Can Miles and Tony find love over the counter?
Three weeks later, at the commencement of Tony’s Friday night shift, a tall, athletically built man came into the shop.
“Good evening,” said Tony as he made his way behind the counter. “Can I help you with anything?”
The man, who was in his mid-thirties and well-dressed for a night on the town, smiled. “Just browsing, thanks.”
Tony nodded and smiled back.
The man wandered casually around the shop, lifting out the odd magazine, and giving it the once over before slipping it back in its place. He bypassed the lingerie and the sex toys, walked the length of the counter, smiling again at Tony as he passed by, and ended up at the gay magazine section.
Tony could feel himself becoming aroused. He couldn’t take his eyes off the man, who was probably the most handsome male he’d ever seen. His tan and five o’clock shadow made him look rugged even in his light-weight summer blazer and dress trousers. He was confident, but not cocky, and Tony found that combination incredibly appealing.
The man looked at a few magazines.
You’re hot enough to be in one of those magazines, Tony wanted to tell him.
“I suppose you’ve read all these,” said the man, glancing at Tony.
Tony, flustered at having been caught staring, lied. “No.”
Naturally, he’d gone through the entire gay section like a wildfire during his first week; over-dosing on cock and arse like there was about a gay porn famine.
“Is there a discount if I buy more than one,” asked the man. “They’re pretty pricey.”
“I can give you a ten percent discount if you spend over a hundred dollars,” Tony replied, quoting Maxine verbatim.
The man nodded. He picked out two magazines and placed them on the end of the counter.
“I’ll take these two,” he said, his gaze roaming over the display of dildoes and vibrators on the shelves behind the counter. “And I’d like a dildo.”
Tony did a half turn in readiness to take down whichever toy the man wanted to see.
“Can I come behind the counter?” he asked.
Tony wanted to shout, “Absolutely!” but he’d been told it was a definite no-no.
“I’m sorry. You’re not allowed to.” He shrugged. “Sorry. It’s only my third week here and I don’t want to break any rules. Not yet, anyway.”
The man grinned and winked at him. He stepped forward, closer to the restricted space behind the counter, closer to Tony, and craned his neck to better see the selection of dildoes further along behind the counter.
Tony could also see the massive bulge in the man’s trousers and felt his own hard-on twitch.
“Could I see this one?” he said pointing to a long, thin, jelly dildo.
Tony reached up and took the dildo down. He handed it to the man and caught the man glancing down at the prominent bulge in his trousers.
“Would you be able to take something like this?” he asked.