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The worlds largest free collection of sexually-explicit LGBTQ+ erotic stories (Lesbian, Gay Male, Bisexual, Transgender). That second question was just as easy to answer as the first. Yes, I had lots of girlfriends, but probably not in the way my future handsome boss was asking. Two weeks later, I started my job as an office junior and settled in quickly, but I had to hide the fact that I was gay. I did everything I could to stay in the closet.

I had to make sure nobody suspected. I even made jokes about rugby balls being bent to the office manager, a strange-looking man who was years ahead of being one of the professors from Harry Potter. I felt ashamed of myself, but it was something I thought I had to do to protect who I was. But, worse still, I made these jokes in front of a colleague who everyone in the office apart from me at the time suspected was gay.

Nobody wanted to mention the elephant in the room. One day, he took a telephone call from Kenny; the secretary opposite looked at me and made a limp wrist impression while pointing her eyes towards Paul. I was made to feel very uncomfortable. But I continued to believe they were simply housemates. However, as the injuries mounted, I had my suspicions.

Although Paul would come into work with injuries such as a black eye, nobody asked any questions. However, the staff would give each other strange looks.

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I was desperate to ask Paul or anyone else about his injuries and violent boyfriend, but a strange atmosphere in the office whenever Paul came in injured kept my mouth firmly shut. It was as if the whole office were ashamed to talk about it. Nobody cared about him. After all, not even my family knew. What policy? Was nobody else going to ask?

Nobody did, and it had me wondering if one of the company policies was that no employee could be gay. Gone were the chances of speaking to somebody else about the terrible life I thought I led by believing that I would always be lonely and never have anybody to talk to about who I really was. My fourth full-time job was my second venture in retail, but it differed from the first. On my first day, I immediately felt at home.

Even the three straight guys I was working with in the typewriter department welcomed me with open arms when I announced my name, followed by telling them that I was gay. Why should it? But I felt even more welcomed on my morning break that first day. Sitting down and pouring myself a cup of tea from a bright red plastic teapot, I felt like I was sitting on a throne as staff came over to introduce themselves. They even put their arms around my shoulders, hugged me or shook my hand.

What a welcome this was. Far different to previous jobs. For the next three years, I enjoyed every day of that job.