It had been two months since moving to this sleepy town of 6,000 in the late 1990s and early 2000s. The store that I was now managing had a troubled past of retaining managers, even though it was one of the most profitable in the corporation. After living here for a few months, I understood why no one wanted to live here. The town was small, boring, restaurants were not that great and winters were brutal. The store’s customers came from other small towns surrounding ours. For me, the biggest obstacle was the lack of casuual hookups that I had been use to in the city. Being gay it was even harder, since anyone who might be gay would not want their sexual preference known in this small town, where word of your preference would spread like wild fire. The corporate office really sweeten the deal for me to move here. They gave me a sixty percent raise and year end bonuses for sales performance, employee satisfaction, and waste management (shop lifting, product returns and damage). The catch was to commit to a three year contract. I was starting to regret that commitment. I decided that tapes, since internet porn had not really taken hold as of yet, and my right hand would be my best friends for the next three years. The neighborhood where my rental was located was nice and had that homey feel. My next door neighbors were pleasant, a young couple, around my age, with year old twins. The husband was great looking and kepted himself in perfect shape. He had great thighs from running and he did not have an abundance of body hair, but just the right amount in the right places. He had a great head of hair, black and wavy, just hitting his shoulders. His name was Dante, of Italian background. I would see him out running and was sure he lifted weights. Myself, I ran and recently joined a gym to keep my boredom to a minimum. His profession was a UPS driver and his wife was a stay at home mom. Dante seem to appreciate that I had moved here, giving him a male friend to talk to and we had at least a few things in common – our age, running, keeping in shape. The other neighbors were older, empty nesters, some of the couples now grandparents, so really no common ground. His wife had made a few friends, the common denominater being young mothers themselves, yoga and meeting up for lunch every so often, giving her a respite from the twins.

Deciding that porn tapes would be my sexual release, I went to the only two video stores located in town. Casually looking around, I discovered that neither of them had an adult section. I even looked in gas stations, as sometimes they had porn videos under the counters, but was reluctant to ask the clerks, especially if they were females as I did not want to give them a reason to start any rumors about the new manager in town. One day by chance me and Dante ended our run at the same time. I was sitting on my steps drinking some water and Dante came over. I offered him some water, which he gladly accepted, which I gladly went and got for him. Handing him the bottle, he opened it and took a gulp, afterwards running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face. I watched him do these movements about three times, each time noticing the sweat on his chest and on his thick, matted down black hair located in his pits, catching a blended scent of musk and what smelled like Old Spice deodorant. With each movement, my cock twitched and I was sure I probably was leaking. We sat, talking casually, about work, the twins, nothing serious. I decided to ask Dante where I could rent or even buy some porn tapes. Hoping I had not offended, I was relieved when he laughed and said “good luck”. He told me one of the video stores had tried to have an adult section and it was overturned by the city council. Ever since then, no one had dared try, did not want the embarrassment that would come with it. He told me he had watched very little porn since his marriage, as his wife forbade it. He missed it, but didn’t want the hassle with his wife. Told me the best thing would be through the mail. He told me he delivered a lot of unmarked packages to guys, suspecting they were porn videos, or magazines. That’s what I decided to do. I had received a few porn catalogs, in unmarked packaging since my address change. That night I looked over the catalogs and bought quite a bit that was on sale and discounts if you purchased more, rather than less. The next day I mailed my order, excited to get the tapes, and waited impatiently. About two weeks later, I came home after work and found a note on my front door from Dante saying he had a package for me that was delivered through UPS. He said to just come over, he’d be up watching TV. He told me to enter through the back door which led to the basement, no need to knock so as not to disturb his wife and kids who would be sleeping. I went over, peered through the bushes and saw him in the basement watching TV. I did as he told me, entering through the back door and down to the basement, surprising him, as he did not hear me come in.