She didn't mind the normal clienteles; itwas the assholes who thought just because she worked there she was easyor for sale. The perverts were also a ...ittle hard to handle, like thepair that just walked in, it looked like a thirty-something man wastaking his teenaged boy toy shopping. Well at least he has good taste,she thought and couldn't seem to keep her eyes off him.The feelings were odd for her, she usually didn't think of men "that way"and what would her girlfriend say. She learned a long. Anyway, the incident was a convenient excuse for remaining isolated. Well, until now. Damn, if I'd known they were going to require physicals for the stupid high school ski team I would never had joined. Now I was stuck. Mom was so psyched about her loner daughter getting involved in anything that I could never think up an excuse for backing out now. Telling her the truth never even crossed my mind.My stomach cramped slightly at the thought of my predicament and I squirmed slightly on the. I quickly spin my chair around to see the cleaning guy standing there watching me with his cock in his hand, still stroking it. He was a short man, maybe 5'6" with what looked like about a six inch cock. I was a bit shocked since I have never run into him before, but I didn't attempt to cover up since my clothes were downstairs. I admit that I got a little turned on knowing that he was jerking off to my little performance. I asked him how long he had been watching me. He said something in. Soon I found myself in the men/gay category, and even though I didn't consider myself gay, I would cum helplessly on myself as I watched big muscular hairy men dominating young shaven twinks and forcing their big loads up these boys' tiny holes.I had a long distance girlfriend from high school who I would see occasionally, maybe twice or so a month, but not enough to satisfy my daily/twice daily urges. I soon discovered Cragslist, which I would use to arouse myself looking at the wanted ads in.