I dropped out of college and went from restaurant to restaurant working as a waiter. I got this job at a bar that served food and we got off at 2 a.m. The bartender had been there forever and he ran the floor from the bar. One night he asked me to stay and help him clean up, he would pay for the extra hour. He was gay and he gave me the choice of becoming gay or losing my job. I didn't care about the job, I wanted to suck his naked cock. He kept telling me I wanted it and I stood there not being able to leave. He started to masturbate until I just had to suck his cock. I went gay that night, I sucked him off and let him fuck me.

Waking up naked beside him the next day was like having a hangover. We worked nights, so it was around eleven when I woke up. He was on his back, a fifty year old man naked man with a huge beer belly snoring and he had fucked me the night before. I was naked and I got up looking for my underwear which I found out in the living room. Most of his clothes were there too. I was confused I didn't remember getting undressed there. I went to the bathroom and took some toilet paper to touch my ass and I had blood on it. Not a lot, just a couple of small spots. I used his toothpaste and my finger to brush my teeth.

My idea was to get dressed and leave. But he woke up and told me to stay. After we showered and he made some eggs and bacon we sat down to listen to music. I was sitting quietly on the couch he came over and picked up my face and kissed me. To me that is the memory that I was in fact gay. I was till in the same clothes from the night before but that didn't matter to him. He wanted to fuck one more time before we went to work that night. I became his boy at the bar and he made it clear to everyone that I was his boy. Everyone that worked there knew he was gay, but no one had told me. Now every one there knew I was his boy and I was gay too.

The old man was into fucking. But he also liked getting his cock sucked. I preferred to suck his cock than to fuck, but he wanted to fuck so I let him. I worked there for a year and then I registered and went back to college.

In college I hooked up with a security guard that worked nights patrolling the campus. In those days there were not any cameras to worry about, the eyes and ears was the security and we would get in his car and I would give him blowjobs. I really preferred giving head than fucking, but like the bartender he had to fuck too so we did, usually behind the Biology building which had a very secluded back entrance. He would go in first and turn the light bulb until it went out and then we would get together and fuck in the dark.

I never got together with some guy who wanted a relationship. I wasn't interested. My preferences were always with older men and it was pure sex. I can list them, I have a perfect memory of them and their cocks. I never stayed with a man with a small cock, or a skinny cock, I like thick cocks. When I sucked them I would size them up knowing that sooner or later I was going to get fucked by that cock. I never sucked a man off that didn't fuck me.

I live in Arizona now around a lot of retired types. I don't mess around in my community but I do sneak away and get together with a man who is driving an Uber. He is a couple of years older than me and he likes getting a blowjob and he will fuck me if I ask nicely. We take our time, we have our sexual aids, we get hard. We work up the energy to fuck and we have a great time. I've been accused of thinking with my asshole. What can I say? I have always loved it.