In my early twenties I moved in on a friend's couch. Just for a while. I was unemployed and without a car so the only job I could get was part time at the small grocery store in the neighborhood. The butcher was an older man who became my friend from the beginning. Once he learned about my living arrangements he offered me a room in his house. My friend told me to take it and with my clothes I moved.

I paid the butcher $25/week. One day not long after I had moved in with him he asked me to sleep with him. If I wanted to, no offense taken if I said no. I said no, and I asked him if that is why he offered the room to me. A couple of evenings later he asked again but if I said no then I should find another place. I asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted to have fun. He lowered his zipper and pulled out his dick and said he wanted me to massage him and suck him.

My mind clouded and I touched his dick and then grabbed it and sat down on the kitchen chair and sucked him. His erection made me suck harder and massage him with my hand. He stopped me and invited me into his room undressing as he walked. It was my first time, he helped me take my clothes off and invited me to sit on the bed. We fell into a mutual dick sucking, massaging our dicks and it went from there. He was determined to fuck and I went along.

For seven months I slept with him until I decided I needed to move on. Of the several men I have been with I think of him the most. I shouldn't have moved, but that is water under the bridge.