Thread: Breaking Fifty Hues of Gay (Charlie_Death x Shikokudarkstar)

Talcan watched his former teacher leave with a smile. He supposed if there ever was a nerd he would try to attack it would be that one. The man had money, had a job and quite frankly seemed not to be surprised by anything. Of course Talcan doubted that the man would handle his changing parts as smoothly as his cross-dressing. His cross-dressing didn't break the laws of nature or science. Social norms, yes but not the laws of nature. His former crush, now that he had spoken to him again and looked upon him for a while maybe not so former, was a man of science. An adorable man who would probably enjoy a work-out sometime, but still a man of science. No doubt his brain would explode if he found out curses were real. Of course that would all be irrelevant if the man didn't like men. Because even if he had that time of the month when he wasn't biologically a man, he still was a man for the rest of the month and most of the time. Talcan supposed he would have to wait and see what this outing would bring. Walking to the cafe, his heels clicked upon the sidewalk. Talcan loved his heels, they attracted attention to him and his hip-swaying sashay. A lot of boys went wild for the sexy outfit that he wore, most that knew tried in vain not to look interested but Talcan would not be a good trap at all if he didn't make them work hard to not get distracted. Besides, Talcan found a large sense of joy by making them question whether or not they really were as straight as they thought. Of course it also let Talcan enjoy the looks of some of the more dominate males. Just because he wasn't the kind of submissive to lay down and take anything the doms did...did not mean that he didn't enjoy being the center of dominate attention. Besides, it was so damn hard to find a dominate up to his challenge. He could be loyal, cute and quite frankly a perfect submissive but he had gotten so angry at all the fakers. The ones who quit when it got hard. The ones who only took an hour out of their 'busy' day to bequeath attention upon all those weak submissive who should do nothing but faun over them. Fuck those dicks. It was the other way around. Dominates were served and ordered, yes, but only after they earned it. Fuck them, Talcan had real men to chase after not little boys and their games. Talcan slid into a chair of one of the tables towards the back of the cafe. This would give them some privacy while they spoke. The wait itself wasn't too bad since he knew how long classes were at the college. He simply crossed his legs drifted his mind onto different things. At least until he heard his former professor walk up to his table and speak. The younger trap then smiled at the older man's greeting. Greetings, Professor Hardy. I'm sure whatever you got me will be fine. I'm really not that picky. He took a sip of his offered drink before waiting on the other to start speaking. Of course what the man said startled him for a second before he remembered normal people weren't attracted to men almost three times their age. Readjusting himself in the seat to hide that momentary look of shock, Talcan spoke again, I must admit I was curious to see how you were doing as well, Mr. Hardy. Could the man think himself so unattractive? The older professor didn't quite have the hard-cut look he had when Talcan was in high school but the man had gotten a big stress-inducer in his life with the recent school closing. That had to be stressing to anyone. Even Talcan had been known to gain a few pounds when things got hectic. Instinct told him that he should comfort the man a little, assure him that he still was attractive. Of course some finesse was required. That might be a problem for the less than subtle submissive. Really Mr. Hardy, aging is such a harsh word. It's not like you're a senile old man. Matured, yes but sometimes that's better. Some of the finest wines have to be aged appropriately. Talcan internally cursed himself while trying to look like what he had said had basically amounted to, a fancy Talcan version of 'You're sexy, not old. Shut the hell up you stupid dom.' That wasn't exactly the subtle that he was going for. This was why he had stayed quiet when he was younger. His mouth got him in too much trouble. However that didn't mean he wouldn't seize the chance to change the subject and distract the man. I started out with an art major but I fell in love with a part-time job of mine and changed it to business. I got a minor in chemistry, that hadn't changed through the whole thing. I also took some classes here and there to see about other areas I might be interested in. Chemistry was always a fascination of his and it fit with bar tending. He hoped too he could make an drink to put Studded Pleasures on the map. The business needed renovations and some work besides that. He had ideas but none of them would work if he couldn't get enough money to buy the bar. Talcan didn't have the heart to quit and his bosses needed the money to retire. They both deserved it. Talcan wanted to give it to them. Money though, did not seem to want to accumulate for Talcan. His parents had offered to help and his family had offered some money but they couldn't give away too much since they had the whole clan to think of. I'm hoping to buy the place that I've been working at from my bosses. Getting a doctorate might come after I buy it but I doubt it, honestly. I don't really need it if I'm going to own by own business.