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He was a beautiful guy; seemingly average, but the more I looked at him, the more beauty I recognized in him. He was about 5'6" tall, I'd guess, and probably just over 200 lbs. He had a shaved head and a goatee, which I found very sexy. However, it was his bright eyes and big smile that made me recognize his true beauty. This guy had lips that begged to be kissed, and big white teeth. There was just something about him that clicked with me from the moment I spotted him in the grocery store.

As my eye toured his body, I became more aroused. Nice belly, good proportions, and a great pair of hairy legs below his khaki shorts, and boat shoes with no socks. As my eyes traveled back up his body, I was floored to see him staring right into my eyes with a big smile. I knew there was no doubt I had been snagged.

"Hi," he said, as he spun a bag of scallions, so he could put a bag tie on it.

"Hi." I said, feeling myself blush so bad, I felt like my face was on fire.

"How are you?" He asked, with a knowing look. I knew now I wasn't getting out of this one.

"Fine, thanks." I said, trying to play it cool.

"Nice," he said as he looked me up and down.

Fighting like a trapped animal, I said, "Can you believe how expensive this stuff is. I mean, it's produce! How can it be so outrageous?"

Not letting me off the hook, he replied, "Huh. I didn't see you checking out the produce." He had a big smile on his face, and I wanted to grab him and kiss him right there.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said, indirectly confessing.

"Are you kidding? You like?" he asked vaguely.

I nodded, "Oh, yeah."

"Me too."

"Wanna grab a cup of coffee later?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Cool. I need to run these groceries home. Wanna meet at Java House at, let's say, eight?" he offered. That was a great little cafe in at the corner of 17th and Q Streets, in northwest DC, a predominately gay area of town.

"Sure!" I replied.

"Great, then I better get moving. See ya there," he said with a smile.

As I turned away, I thought, "Damn, that guy is HOT! Man, I hope this works out."

I hurried through the store, and ran my groceries back to my place. I then brushed my teeth and hair, and headed back out the door. As I arrived at Java House, I saw him waiting nervously outside. As he saw me approaching, that big smile overtook his face, and he said, "I was hoping you'd come. Wanna grab some coffee?"

"Sure!" I said, as we walked toward the entrance.

He opened the door for me, and placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through. His touch was electric, and I just felt like I wanted to get closer to him. As we walked in, I was struck