This has been going through my mind from more than 50 years ago. At the time, I had been sent to a military school when I got into the seventh grade. An older upperclassman put me under the first weekend I was there. He gave me his cock to suck and he fucked my ass. I was his bitch. I was young enough to really enjoy being his bitch. He was a man on campus and being his bitch gave me privileges that other incoming boys in the seventh grade didn't have. It was the luck of the draw.

I never thought of him fucking me or giving me his cock to suck was anything other than being the incoming initiation, lot of the boys got fucked that first year. When we were upperclassmen we would have our bitch, that is just the way it was. Except I really enjoyed it, I enjoyed having his cock in my ass, I enjoyed sucking his cock. What I wanted was for him to kiss me, but kissing another guy, that was queer so you didn't do it.

I got my young cock sucked by an instructor. He was an old man, probably in his fifties, but to us a very old man, and showed me his enormous cock in the bathroom one day and he asked to see mine. He told me he was Armenian and all Armenian men had large cocks. He also told me that in Armenia when boys liked their teachers they would let their teacher hold and caress their cocks. He asked me if I liked him and he reached down and took my cock in his hand and caressed it until I had grown an erection and he bent over and gave me one long suck.

I got to know his Armenian cock. His cock, unlike mine, was not circumcised. It was big, even now as a grown man, I know his cock was big, he really did have a big cock. When he grew an erection and his foreskin was pulled all the way back exposing his bright cock head, I could almost hold his cock with two hands. It took some work getting used to the taste of his cock, I used my mouth and tongue to get him clean, and once the taste had gone away I could really enjoy his cock. He masturbated slowly while I sucked him and between his masturbation and my sucking he would ejaculate. He was powerful, his stream went high in the air. It was quite awhile before I started to put my mouth over his cock when he ejaculated. I guess in Armenia swallowing wasn't such a big thing.

By the time I was in the night grade, he had a new boy and although he was always nice to me, I felt completely rejected. My upperclassman had graduated, I was no longer a bitch to anyone, I had been rejected by my Armenian teacher. I masturbated, but it wasn't the same. Unlike a lot of my classmates who were now getting interested in girls, and when we went to dances with this girl's school they got into trouble fucking the girls, I just could not get interested in a girl. Unlike them I was a bonafide queer, and I was still in love with my teacher.

As a senior, I was now un upperclassman with the rank to take any incoming boy that I wanted, I picked a hard ass kid from New York. He wasn't one to let me dominate him, and I fucked him, but what I really wanted was for him to fuck me. But he wasn't queer at all and my bitch was never my bitch.

I walked out of school with my diploma, with no where to go. At the school they suggested I join the army. The cold war was on, I had joined the air force, and I got sent to missile silo in North Dakota as a clerk. Typing reports all day about everything that nobody did. Same report day after day. I was over my teacher by then, he was only a part of my past, although I remember with great fondness the day he sucked my cock in the bathroom. I don't know that I would have the guts to suck a boy in a public space like that, but maybe he knew what he was doing. Either way it felt really good to get sucked by him.

After my stint in the military I took a job as a processing clerk with a trucking company. I hit the gold mine. These truckers liked having their cocks sucked, and there was always a quiet place to do it, in the back of the cab. I could have charged, but I didn't, I sucked for my pleasure not theirs. I got a reputation going, and if I was missing for 30 minutes, it was just accepted that I was giving old so and so a blow job in his truck.

This one truck driver, he was in his fifties and had served his 20 years in the army, and he was queer like me. He liked to kiss and for the first time in my life I got to kiss. Kissing was something that came from way deep in me, long wet kisses while we stroked each other, his tongue in my mouth, his finger poking around my asshole, his hard cock looking for a hole to punch, me bending over in his cab while he kneeled behind me and gave me all the cock I could handle.

I was a bottom, a total bottom, a cock sucker and a bottom. He told me, he traveled cross country and he knew all about queers and he told me I was a bottom and he was a top. That is why we got along, and he liked how I was always nice to him and if he spent the night in town, I would go to his motel and we would get naked and have a blast.

I am no longer a young guy anymore and it seems that being a bottom is a young man's game. I went on CL and after a few back and forth emails hooked up with a man my age who is working at the Home Depot in his retirement. He is a top, needs help to get his engine running, in addition to a dose of the blue pill, but once he gets running he gives me a good fucking. I still enjoy it, getting a hard cock in my ass, there is just not anything better, it is just about the best thing going, followed closely by a hard cock in your mouth. I was a bitch the day that I got my first pounding way back when in the seventh grade, and I still enjoy being that bitch.