I became gay at the coffee shop (2)He was clearly packing a big cock that filled out the front of his jeans in an almost vulgar way. My heart started beating rapidly, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head.He walked over and stuck his head in the door, hesitating for a moment as he heard Mrs. Neaves still talking. He smiled and shook his head knowingly."Blah, blah, blah... tell your grandmother... blah, blah... see you at church tomorrow... blah, blah, blah..." she droned on."Thank you, that's fine, Mrs. Neaves. I’ll let her know. Now, you run along home," I said, coming around the counter to gently but firmly usher her out of the shop.As soon as she was out of sight, I turned back to him. "Sorry about that.""No problem," he said with a chuckle. "We got several like that in the family. You just gotta let 'em talk it out."I couldn’t help but smile as he spoke, distracted by his towering presence and rugged masculinity. Standing next to him, I felt small, even at six feet
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