I was a half normal teen, I had friends but not lots of them and I hung out with this one friend. I get to college and I can't make friends. I need money so I get a job working the evening shift at the Waffle House. The cook is a man in his forties, a drifter of sorts and I work for him in the back cleaning up, prep work, and stuff. He starts to touch me, to rub me, to run his hand down my back, to run his hand over my ass, to grab me right there and hold my cock in his hand. No one can see from outside in the diner, he takes his cock out and shows it to me. He traps me beside the cooler and he kisses me. We get off at midnight and he takes me with him to his room that he is renting at this motel and he fucks me and has me suck his cock.

That is how I found out for sure that I am gay. I worked there for quite a while and I was his college boy, who knows how many times he fucked me or how many times I sucked his cock, I lost count. When he moved on I went into a sort of depression and flunked out. It took me a year to get back together and be able to continue with college. I have never looked for men who are like me, they are all like him, dropouts from society. Bar tenders, fast food cooks, Mexicans, no blacks, but several Mexicans, truck drivers, men who don't give a damn and are passing through.

I meet them, I see them working somewhere, or see them at some place and make sure that I am around when they get off work, or talk to them when they are walking back to their truck, and if it works I go with them and if doesn't I wait for another chance. I have been busted by the cops but have always gotten off with a warning because I never ask for money I just want to hookup.

That's where I am.