Bi-Sexual Male / 37
For the longest time I felt bad about what I did. It started late in high school with a guy I had met from another school at this summer job. I was weak and he had ideas and he got me to suck his cock. It was a quick thing, in a closet at the place where we both worked. He had me suck his cock and I did. I don't know if at that time I liked it or not, I did it and did it often but I always felt guilty about it.
Several years later, I was out of college and I had taken a job working for a civil contractor and I was assigned to this construction crew as the safety officer. The job mostly involved recording things, there wasn't really any safety management at that time. The foreman of the crew was an older man with whole lot of experience and everyone did what he said. He shoved me around one day in the trailer and called me a paper shuffler and he had half the mind to show me what a man really was. He had shoved me back between the file cabinet and the wall and holding me hard against the wall with his hand he announced that he thought that what I really wanted to do was to suck his cock.
He undid his belt and his zipper and got his cock out and told me to get down on my knees. I went down and started sucking his cock, he told me to slow down he didn't want to tear his cock off, just suck him good and slow, good and slow and I did. I was embarrassed but I was ready to do it again. Since my job was in the trailer and he was the boss he found me in the trailer and I sucked his cock in the trailer. He was a gay man and he liked it and he had me meet him after work and he took me to his place and had sex with me. The moment he did I knew that I liked it. He took care of me at work and I spent a lot of time at his place. We just didn't have sex we were lovers.
My affair with him was completely in the closet and lasted over ten years before we slowly drifted apart. After that relationship ended I moved to Chicago to start a new life. I met a divorced woman at work and after several months of dating we got married. I have stayed celibate from men and have kept my distance but I sure now that at some unguarded moment I will fail and that time is not far off.
Several years later, I was out of college and I had taken a job working for a civil contractor and I was assigned to this construction crew as the safety officer. The job mostly involved recording things, there wasn't really any safety management at that time. The foreman of the crew was an older man with whole lot of experience and everyone did what he said. He shoved me around one day in the trailer and called me a paper shuffler and he had half the mind to show me what a man really was. He had shoved me back between the file cabinet and the wall and holding me hard against the wall with his hand he announced that he thought that what I really wanted to do was to suck his cock.
He undid his belt and his zipper and got his cock out and told me to get down on my knees. I went down and started sucking his cock, he told me to slow down he didn't want to tear his cock off, just suck him good and slow, good and slow and I did. I was embarrassed but I was ready to do it again. Since my job was in the trailer and he was the boss he found me in the trailer and I sucked his cock in the trailer. He was a gay man and he liked it and he had me meet him after work and he took me to his place and had sex with me. The moment he did I knew that I liked it. He took care of me at work and I spent a lot of time at his place. We just didn't have sex we were lovers.
My affair with him was completely in the closet and lasted over ten years before we slowly drifted apart. After that relationship ended I moved to Chicago to start a new life. I met a divorced woman at work and after several months of dating we got married. I have stayed celibate from men and have kept my distance but I sure now that at some unguarded moment I will fail and that time is not far off.
