" Allright, but no more comments from the peanut gallery."I looked at the man who was willing to allow me to blow him, and saw hewas a little younger ...than me, 19 or 20 probably, physically fit andreasonably good looking. He stood in front of me, his palms open at hisside as if to say "Here I am."I wanted to lift his t-shirt over his head, to explore the broad expanseof his muscular chest with my lips and tongue, to kiss my way down to hiscrotch like I'd fantasized about before. But I knew. "He nodded. "I'm out, I guess." He said softly, looking down."Hey!" I snapped. "Brandy! Grow uh pair. If you uh fag, be uh fag. Just be uh man 'bout it." But even while snapping at him, I couldn't hide the grin and anyway, he knew me well enough to know what I meant.He blushed, rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Yes, I'm gay. I don't make public announcements but, I ain't exactly hidin' the fact that I don't date girls." He looked back at Sheila. "That what you wanted?"She frowned. "Not really.. The most I had ever done was make out and never expected what happened. I worked at a late night deli and video poker store. That served sandwiches and drinks till it closed at 2am while people play video poker or just hang out. My job was to make sandwiches and serve drinks. I worked the closing shift and didn't get off till 2:30am. I didn't have a car at the time and There was a homeless camp in the woods I had to walk by every day to get home. I felt bad for them and made a bunch of. I also found over twenty full barrels and one partial barrel of wine. The barrels were in threes and represented three different vintage years. I was surprised that the wine had not turned to vinegar and was still pretty tasty. Almost like a dark red Merlot. I had to spend some time at the library, looking at information on how to make wine, so I would be ready when the time came.I applied for a permit to make and sell a limited amount of wine in other non-restricted counties. I think I was.