When I was between jobs before going to college I took a short job helping with this moving company in town. The driver was a 35 year old Mexican American guy named Diego. We went on this one small job to move an office from one location to another. After we were done and we were straightening out the back of the truck, stacking and securing Diego pulled the back door of the truck closed and came up to me and grabbed me from behind and started to hump me telling me that he was going to make sure I enjoyed it.

He kept messing with my pants trying to get them unbuckled, I could feel his hard dick against my ass crack, I helped him get my pants undone and pushed them down, felt his naked dick against my ass. He told me to bend over and lean on against the wall of the truck and he spit and told me that this I was going to like. I remember the real good feeling of his dick rubbing against my asshole and then him shoving it in further and further. He kept saying something like 'Oh God your tight, you like this? It's good isn't it'. It was good, he got all the way in and put his arms around my waist and banged away until he lost his load. I turned around and he was holding his dick in his hand, my dick was limp and I could still feel my asshole. He wiped his dick clean with his shirt and gave it to me to suck. I sucked him for a while, he got hard again and he sucked me and jacked me off until I lost my load.

Diego was my first and he fucked me. Even after I quit the job to go work at the plant I kept up with Diego and he fucked me. I loved getting fucked back then, I loved sucking his dick. I didn't have much experience with queers but I learned that Diego was a top and I was a bottom. I never wanted to fuck him, but I really liked him fucking me.

I was never a flaming queer, I liked serious older guys who fuck and like to get sucked. During my senior year at college I worked the projection room at the local theater and the owner/manager fucked me in the projection room all year long.

Memories of course fade, but my memories of those early years seem quite alive today. I work as an HR manager for a small manufacturing business and my husband is a retired cop and owns and operates a small restaurant and gift shop in town. Times have changed and we are recognized and no one seems to give a damn. Not like those early days when you got labeled queer and cock sucker and you smiled and shot back that they were jealous because they wanted to fuck you but didn't have the guts to come out and take it.