I had worked with Castro Kitchens and Bathrooms for about 4 years and we would take about one to two weeks to fit a really good kitchen. We worked as a small team of two joiners, a plumber, electrician and tiler with the floor being fitted by outside contractors. My job, I suppose, was foreman, as I had to coordinate everyone and keep the job on schedule. At 35, I was the oldest of the group and in pretty good shape. Apart from my age, I was the odd one out in another way, I was gay. Not screaming, camp, effeminate gay, just an ordinary guy who looked the marrying type but gay!

My latest sidekick was Gordon. He was the sort of guy who worked for today and his wage packet at the end of the week. He did what he was told but couldn’t plan from one end of a work surface to the other. He was 21 and not a bad joiner, just a bad planner. As the others tended to come and go on each job, Gordon and I found ourselves together for much of the time and talked about anything and everything from last night’s television, to football to his unsuccessful or successful dates. We had been working together for about 9 months before the subject I knew was going to come up, did. We had been discussing his new girlfriend, some 18 year old bleached blonde called Carla, when the question was asked.

“So Lewis, how come you never married?”

I decided to go for, “never met the right one,” but it didn’t work. It’s funny how simple minds can often be the most incisive.

“But if you never go out, you’re never going to meet anyone and, let’s face it, you aren’t getting younger!”

It took him one more day before the penny dropped. “God you don’t look gay at all. You’re just like the rest of us.” Then the questions started. “Do you actually stick it in a guy’s bum” and “what exactly do you do,” came next?

I pointed out that my penis had, in fact been inserted in a number of anuses but I actually enjoyed the feeling of man meat in MY anus.

“Doesn’t it hurt – what if it’s a big one – do you wear condoms?” The questions continued driving me mad. He knew absolutely nothing about gays or the gay life but give him his due. He didn’t go blabbing to the other guys about it either, which was a blessing. I wasn’t ashamed of being gay but couldn’t be bothered with the hassle.

Now Gordon was a bit thick but he was also cute. I like guys to be a little broader than he was but I had gleaned from him that though he was slim and wiry, he was quite well blessed in the lower regions and if anything is attractive to me in a guy, it’s a big dick. Once he found out I was gay, I had to be careful about investigating his sexual attributes too much in case he thought I was coming on to him. It didn’t seem to cross his mind that I would though.

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