I took a job for the summer in the local moving business. Just about every job was helping people move in and out of apartments. I moved this one man, he was an older guy. His place he was moving out of was immaculate. Every box was packed and labeled. His furniture was good stuff. He was well kept and he wore nice clothes. I commented to my coworker and observed that he was alone. My coworker observed that the guy was queer. This was 1978.

We moved him into his new apartment, I asked him if he needed help unpacking the boxes. I offered to do it for free. Each box was so neatly packed, he had lots of dishes and knickknacks which he had me put on the shelves in just the right place. We talked a lot, he told me about his life and I told him I was trying to get back into college. When we were getting the kitchen stuff put away he put his arm on my shoulder and told me he felt I needed a kiss.

It was my first kiss like that. He kissed me several times telling me what a nice guy I was. His hand had fallen down and he was holding my crotch while he kissed me. He asked me to go back to the bedroom and help him make the bed. After the bed was made, he gently turned it down and asked me to lay down so he could undress me. He took my shirt off first, running his hands all over my chest, leaning over and kissing me again and again. He undid my belt and my pants and unzipped them. I had a raging erection by then. He pulled my pants off and put his hand over my boxers holding my erection down.

He sat on the side of the bed and asked me what kind of a present I had for him. He was holding my erection in his hand while he talked. He lowered my boxers just enough for him to uncover my penis and he put his mouth on me and started to suck and lick and kiss and pushed my boxers off and he took my erection almost completely in his mouth. He laid me naked and looked at me while he got undressed. He dropped his shorts and his erection bounced out. He stood there, beside the bed with his erection staring at me. He took off his glasses and leaned over me grabbing my penis in his hand and taking my hand to grab his penis.

We spent a lot of time just kissing, sucking and masturbating each other. He got some stuff from his bathroom, and helped me get ready for him. He was gentle but firm, and he fucked me on my hands and knees. After he was done he went to the bathroom and came back with a hot towel and washed me before laying down beside me. On my side he massaged me until he got me to cum all over him.

He worked as a manager for retail furniture store. He kept me in a job all the way through college. I spent a lot of time at his place. We would go out to these dark restaurants and dark bars. At this one bar, we could dance. He introduced me to his friends, but he made sure I understood that I was not going to cheat on him. Over time I met some of the other people in his network. Some of them had young boyfriends like me, and others played the field.

I got through college and moved on. I played safe, and from time to time I would go see him. He got older really fast. When I met him he was already 60. He was always well dressed and he kept his place in show room condition, something I could never do. But one day he was 70 and he passed away soon afterwards.

Anyway, I was thinking about him. He passes away a long time ago, and I am 60 now and have a boyfriend that hangs around. I wonder if one day he will think of me the way I think of the man that helped me be queer.