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Midway through my first year in the new town I had moved to, a waitress named Jenny began working at the pub down the road from my gallery. She was only employed there over a six week period, as I will explain later. Her boyfriend was a guy called Conrad, and I only met him on three occasions. Conrad had recently acquired work in the building industry, in a city two hundred miles away. Because of that distance, he only visited Jenny every second weekend during her service at the pub.We all knew from the start that this was somewhat of a temporary job for her, and that she would ultimately seek work in the city where Conrad worked. Jenny was fairly attractive and had a lovely personality. Jenny was visiting her parents at the time, so that Conrad could find a permanent place for them to live. Conrad was very hot? well,*as far as my taste was concerned. He was a big, strapping guy and extremely butch. He wore the biggest boots I had ever seen on a man and I was mesmerised by the thought of his very large feet.On the first Saturday that he visited the town, he ended up working as the barman at the pub. The regular barman had called in sick with a dose of the flu, and Naomi, the owner of the bar, asked Conrad if was prepared to help out. Obligingly, Conrad did so. That first evening I saw him he had a very stern expression and isvecbahis (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) constantly frowned. I imagined that it was because he was concentrating as hard as hell, to do his job properly.Having arrived in the pub earlier I did my usual chitchat with a few of the locals, before moving to the bar counter to order a beer. I was surprised when Conrad greeted me by name. Impressed as I was, nevertheless I realised*that while I had been milling around someone had obviously told him that I was*?the village gay?.When I eventually sat at a table facing the bar, I really got a got a good look at Conrad as I waited for my food. I mentioned to Sandra, the other waitress attending to me, that Conrad was dishy and that it was a real pity that he didn?t smile from time to time. Sandra had a great sense of humour and we often shared asides about the hot men at the pub. To my horror, Sandra then told Conrad what I had said. When he glared at me afterward I almost shat myself, expecting him to approach me and give me lip. After a few seconds of observing me, however, a smile broke out on his face. What a relief! When I left the pub later on Conrad bid me goodnight, again using my first name.Two Saturdays later, when Conrad once more visited the village, he engaged me in a long conversation at the pub. He wasn?t working behind the bar on this isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) occasion. Truthfully, he was a bit of a bore, albeit a good-looking butch bore. He was seriously into hunting and I got a lecture about guns, meat, and skinning the animals he had shot. This was not really the kind of conversation that tickled my fancy. After an early dinner, I left the pub a short while later.Fourteen days later, again on a Saturday, I would see Conrad one final time. Jenny had secured a job in the city where Conrad worked and would accompany him back to the city the following day. That night, as I ate, he again joined me at my table and regaled me with more stories of how macho he was. I was rather relieved when I finished my meal and mentioned that I needed to be on my way.?I?ve never seen your gallery,? he stated.?Well, why don?t you pop around tomorrow? I?m open from nine till five,? I answered.?I know it's afterhours,? he replied, ?but, would you mind if I take a look around your place tonight???Sure, no problem,? I answered, hiding my reluctance. We left the pub summarily and headed for the gallery. After switching all the lights on I asked him if he wanted a drink.?Rum and Coke, if you have it,? he requested. Fortunately, I was able to oblige. Drinks in hand I then gave him a conducted tour. I got the impression isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) that he wasn?t all that fascinated, but he feigned his disinterest rather well. After finally returning to my lounge he asked, ?So do you ever get laid in this remote place???Fairly frequently,? I bragged.?Really? Anyone I have met in the bar?? he questioned, with a surprised frown.?Conrad, I never kiss and tell,? I uttered with a laugh.Sniggering, Conrad placed his drink on the table. And after fiddling with his phone he motioned me to move over to him. With me standing at his right side Conrad then lifted his phone with his left arm and with the screen facing us, we were soon watching a hunky man with a big cock fucking the life out of some woman. After a short while he said, ?This is my favourite part coming up.? The woman in the video then got to her knees and began blowing the guy. With a laugh he stated, ?This is what I miss most of all.?Observing the look of surprise on my face, he continued, ?The last blowjob that I had was when I was in my teens.??Doesn?t Jenny do blowjobs?? I questioned naïvely.After another laugh he said, ?She can?t.? Before I could ask another question he continued, ?By the time I was sixteen, my cock was just too thick to suck and there is no way anyone can fit my dick in their mouth.? Smiling he resumed, ?Jenny does her best, but all she is able to do is lick my shaft and knob-head.? A sustained silence followed.Mesmerised I asked, ?Just how thick is your dick??Smiling impishly he replied, ?Ah ha, I wondered how long it would take for you to ask.