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GAY SHOP
26 October 2000
'Dad?' said young Clint, a sixteen year old boy to his farther.
'What is it son?'
'I think I might be gay.'
'that's my boy. But are you sure son?'
'Well that's it Dad. I don't know.'
'I'm glad you have come to me' said Clint's farther putting down his news paper and kicking off his slippers. 'You see I've had lots of exsperience with gay folk long before I meet your mother. The only way to find out if you're a queer is to dip your toes into gay culture. First we will go to the gymn.'
So down town went Clint and his farther, past the book shops and news agents. And on the corner stood a gymn with blacked out windows. There was a sighn above it in neon lights that said "The Red Nipple".
'"This is the place son" said Clints father pushing him through the double doors. Inside there were lots of big beefy men working out and lifting waights. Techno came thumping out of speakers hung high on the walls.
A man all swety with big muscles wearing a grey loin cloth came up to them.
'Hi can I help you?' he said.
'My son is interested in your gymn' said Clint's father.
'Well I'm the manager and I will be pleased to show you around. We do waight lifting. We have tred mills and other things to make you strain.'
'Do you have any gay activities?'
'Of course . Theres nipple sucking. Bum control where we teach you how to build up your buttock muscles so you can tighten up on sex. Plus wait lifting with your dick. Then there is showers afterwards. You'll find a lot of men all soapy ready for a bit of fun in there.'
'Show us how to waight lift with your dick' asked Clint.
The manager took off his loin cloth to reveal a hard big penis. He then got a bar of waights containing a ton each. He then placed it on his throbing phallus.
'By flexing my muscle I can lift it up and down. Watch. Oooff ooofff. There now you try.'
Clint was not impressed. 'I don't like this place dad. Lets go some where else to see if I'm gay.'
'Ok son'.
Further down the road they walked till they came to a shop with blacked out windows with a neon sighn that said "Hamburg Sailer".
''To be gay" said Clint's dad. 'You have to wear the right cloths. This a great place for poofs to get their cloths from.'
They walked in. They were greeted by a guy who had big muscles and nipple rings.
'Can I help you' he said in a camp voice.
There were lots of outfits hanging up. Gas masks with rubber bondage suits. Dirty overals and leather running shorts.
'What is the best wear for a young gay person to day?' asked Clints dad.
'No gay is compleat with out a twelve inch butt plug' said the shop assistant.
"here put this up your arse.'
'Ouch' went Clint as it was inserted up his sphincter.
'Now a phallic corset .'
'Aaahhhgggg" went Clint as it was put on.
'And finaly a bollock waight. There you look great.'
'Ahhgg christ. Is this supposed to be comfortable? ' ask Clint in discomfort.
'Its what we are all wearing these days.'
'Well I don't like it. Dad I don't think I am gay after all. Lets go home.'
'that's a shame son. I was hoping you would get a nice boy friend, And that I would hear you upstairs sharing K Y jelly and fucking each other up the arse. But if you like girls I will just have to except it, as long as we don't tell the niebours.
'Ok dad lets get out of here and have a bottle of jagermister.'
'I'm with you son.'
SEXTON MING
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