Down the Path Part 2

I waited to hear from him again. At first, I didn't know if I really wanted to get together again. The first time we met, at times it was a little more intense than I was looking for. After a few days I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him to call me.

Finally one evening he called. 'Hello fag.'

'Hello Sir.'

'Do you know the xxx rated bookstore on Industrial fag?'

'Yes Sir, I know where it's at.'

'You have one hour to be there. Wear your panties. If you do not show up, you will never hear from me again.' Then he hung up.

Damn, damn, I told him that discretion was important, that I wanted to keep this in my house. What if someone sees me there? But, if I don't go, he said that was it as far as getting together. Really don't want that. I know what he did when we met and that it hurt a lot at times and he made me feel like a real fag but I really want to be with him. I need to see him again. Looking at the clock, he said one hour. Damn, I wish he wanted me there now. I can imagine all the thoughts that will race through my mind as I wait. How many times will I change my mind about going? What will he expect me to do there? I think about having to wear a pair of panties. No doubt that he will check to make sure I did. Damn, damn.

I pull up in front of the bookstore. I'm so nervous, not really ready for this but know I have to do it. He told me to. Walk into the bookstore and see a middle aged man behind the counter looking me over as I walk in. It did not seem to matter to him that he was staring at me, checking me out. I quickly broke eye contact with him and headed back to the booth area in the back.

'Boy, you will need tokens for the booths,' the clerk informs me.

'Oh, ok, I walk over to the counter.' When I look up at him as I get closer, his look leaves no doubt what he is thinking.

'Haven't seen you in here before boy.'

'I haven't been here before,' was my reply.

'Too bad, you make sure you come back again boy.'