Gay Male / 48
It is hard to figure out why? I never felt that anything was wrong with me, but I did wonder why?
I was working in the warehouse at Sears that Christmas, my job was assembling bikes. The supervisor, I will call him Raymond, was all over the place yelling at people and calling them stupid. I guess there were half a dozen guys working back there, handling deliveries to the dock, and my job assembling bikes all day long. Raymond yelled at me too. When he came over to yell at me I was usually on my knees working on a bike so I had to look up at him and my eyes were level with his zipper. I didn't just see his zipper, I looked at it intently, looking for the movement as he went from leg to leg, at his hand as he reached down and fixed his junk in his pants. And I smiled at him.
He followed me into the restroom and stood beside me and slowly got to work and he looked over the urinal divider and looked at me and said he was just checking because he had a guy once who didn't have anything good between his legs. I could see him, he stood there hung out and kept his hands on his hips and I could see him pee until he was done and he made the effort to get rid of the last drop without ever using his hands and when he zipped up, I zipped up. He commented on how a man has to do what a man has to do and we both went back out into the warehouse. Raymond yelling his way around and me back to the bikes.
After work, it was ten at night Raymond put his arm on my shoulder and walked me back into the warehouse office and asked me if I wanted to have some fun. I asked him what fun and he laughed and said come here and he unzipped my pants and sucked my dick. He looked up and asked me if that was fun and he went back to sucking my dick. It felt good and he used his fingers and his hands to hold my dick and suck on it since it had gotten hard by then. He told me he loved dick, and he wanted me to love dick too so for me to sit down and he got up and stood in front of me and took out his dick and I touched it and put it in my mouth and started to suck him. He got hard pretty fast and he was right it felt good to hold a dick and suck on a dick. That was my first time.
We had to leave and the whole thing took fifteen minutes at most but we were now friends. Raymond yelled at me and I got the bikes built and he yelled at the other guys and they got the stuff to the dock and in people's cars and trucks and when it was time to go pee he went with me and waved his dick for me to hold in my hand and bend over and suck it hard for a second or two. After work we hid out in the warehouse office and we traded places sitting on the chair sucking the other one's dick. On Christmas Eve he said we needed to be real close because we weren't going to see each other anymore. He asked me if I wanted something to remember him by, which I agreed to immediately. He had me lower my pants and he got behind me and using KY Jelly he gave me my first all in fuck. We agreed that when I was in town from college I would look him up and we would go have some fun.
Raymond was my first, and that is why I remember him so well. I looked him up every time I got to town and we would go to his place and have fun. He lived alone and his place was always neat and he would undress and he would fold his clothes up and put them on a chair and I would get undressed and take my clothes off and leave them on the floor. We started with a welcome bj and moved onto some serious kissing and fucking. At the time I first got fucked by him I never imagined that one day I would be on my back for him to fuck me. I didn't know that gay men could fuck that way, but I found out I liked it almost better than on my hands and knees.
I never did question why I was the passive partner and he was the active partner. It was just what felt good to me. It's been that way for all these years. Like I said, I never really felt it was wrong, I just wondered why.
I was working in the warehouse at Sears that Christmas, my job was assembling bikes. The supervisor, I will call him Raymond, was all over the place yelling at people and calling them stupid. I guess there were half a dozen guys working back there, handling deliveries to the dock, and my job assembling bikes all day long. Raymond yelled at me too. When he came over to yell at me I was usually on my knees working on a bike so I had to look up at him and my eyes were level with his zipper. I didn't just see his zipper, I looked at it intently, looking for the movement as he went from leg to leg, at his hand as he reached down and fixed his junk in his pants. And I smiled at him.
He followed me into the restroom and stood beside me and slowly got to work and he looked over the urinal divider and looked at me and said he was just checking because he had a guy once who didn't have anything good between his legs. I could see him, he stood there hung out and kept his hands on his hips and I could see him pee until he was done and he made the effort to get rid of the last drop without ever using his hands and when he zipped up, I zipped up. He commented on how a man has to do what a man has to do and we both went back out into the warehouse. Raymond yelling his way around and me back to the bikes.
After work, it was ten at night Raymond put his arm on my shoulder and walked me back into the warehouse office and asked me if I wanted to have some fun. I asked him what fun and he laughed and said come here and he unzipped my pants and sucked my dick. He looked up and asked me if that was fun and he went back to sucking my dick. It felt good and he used his fingers and his hands to hold my dick and suck on it since it had gotten hard by then. He told me he loved dick, and he wanted me to love dick too so for me to sit down and he got up and stood in front of me and took out his dick and I touched it and put it in my mouth and started to suck him. He got hard pretty fast and he was right it felt good to hold a dick and suck on a dick. That was my first time.
We had to leave and the whole thing took fifteen minutes at most but we were now friends. Raymond yelled at me and I got the bikes built and he yelled at the other guys and they got the stuff to the dock and in people's cars and trucks and when it was time to go pee he went with me and waved his dick for me to hold in my hand and bend over and suck it hard for a second or two. After work we hid out in the warehouse office and we traded places sitting on the chair sucking the other one's dick. On Christmas Eve he said we needed to be real close because we weren't going to see each other anymore. He asked me if I wanted something to remember him by, which I agreed to immediately. He had me lower my pants and he got behind me and using KY Jelly he gave me my first all in fuck. We agreed that when I was in town from college I would look him up and we would go have some fun.
Raymond was my first, and that is why I remember him so well. I looked him up every time I got to town and we would go to his place and have fun. He lived alone and his place was always neat and he would undress and he would fold his clothes up and put them on a chair and I would get undressed and take my clothes off and leave them on the floor. We started with a welcome bj and moved onto some serious kissing and fucking. At the time I first got fucked by him I never imagined that one day I would be on my back for him to fuck me. I didn't know that gay men could fuck that way, but I found out I liked it almost better than on my hands and knees.
I never did question why I was the passive partner and he was the active partner. It was just what felt good to me. It's been that way for all these years. Like I said, I never really felt it was wrong, I just wondered why.
