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Gay Confessions
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Gay Male / 54
Summer of 1975
I had to get a job, after looking for a week my mother sent me to see a friend of hers, the front desk manager of the new Red Roof Inn out on the highway. I got a job working as the night clerk during the week. It was me and the night auditor. I hated the job, I hated the hours, I hated the Manager lady and I hated the night auditor and all the guests. I hated having to get a job that summer, my first summer back from college.
The manager lady told the night auditor to handle the situation, he was my boss and he was an old army vet in his fifties, smoked a pack a day, lived alone and called me names. I was leaning over the front desk, it was late or early depending your point of view, four a.m. He poked my ass with his finger, stuck his finger hard into my ass and I stood up real fast. With his finger still in my ass he told me in his army voice to stand up straight, 'be a man' and he wiggled his finger into my ass.
I can't describe just how angry I was, I squeezed my ass cheeks as hard as I could, he slapped my face a little and told me to loosen up. Later that morning when he had finished all his work, he git off at six, he told me he was going to straighten me up just like they did it in the army. With s slap on the face, then he caressed my face he told me I was going to like it, he could tell, he had broken in lots of mamma boys like me.
The next night, after the restaurant staff had gone home, after we locked the front doors at two a.m. he walked over to me and told me to follow him. We went back to the manager's office, he sat me down and told me that men were men and queers were queers and queers sucked a man's cock. He lowered his zipper and got his cock out and told me to suck. He pushed his half hard cock in my lips and my mouth opened and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked on his cock, and cried the whole time.
That was the worst night of my life, the second worse night, the worst was the following night when he fucked me. Being his queer boy hurt me real bad, I was his queer boy all summer. When I went back to college, !i had never gotten laid by a girl, I had never seen tits up close, I had never felt up a vagina. What !i had done was suck off a man, I had gotten naked on a bed and a man had felt me up, had fingered my ass, had fucked me in the ass. Aman had kissed me, I had never kissed a girl.
In Bio lab that year I met Greg, and Greg fucked me. I wanted to cry from shame, but I didn't, I bit my tongue and took it up the ass. And took it up the ass, and took it up the ass, over and over. I sucked on his cock too, every time it hung out. Greg was all queer, and he liked fucking me, and he told me I was queer too, and he told me that night auditor was a queer too, if you like fucking queer as you are a queer too.
Now all these years later of being queer, gay, a cock sucker, and giving up my ass the queer I remember the midt is the night auditor of that long ago summer. I remember Greg too, he is the first ass fucking queer I fell in love with.
I had to get a job, after looking for a week my mother sent me to see a friend of hers, the front desk manager of the new Red Roof Inn out on the highway. I got a job working as the night clerk during the week. It was me and the night auditor. I hated the job, I hated the hours, I hated the Manager lady and I hated the night auditor and all the guests. I hated having to get a job that summer, my first summer back from college.
The manager lady told the night auditor to handle the situation, he was my boss and he was an old army vet in his fifties, smoked a pack a day, lived alone and called me names. I was leaning over the front desk, it was late or early depending your point of view, four a.m. He poked my ass with his finger, stuck his finger hard into my ass and I stood up real fast. With his finger still in my ass he told me in his army voice to stand up straight, 'be a man' and he wiggled his finger into my ass.
I can't describe just how angry I was, I squeezed my ass cheeks as hard as I could, he slapped my face a little and told me to loosen up. Later that morning when he had finished all his work, he git off at six, he told me he was going to straighten me up just like they did it in the army. With s slap on the face, then he caressed my face he told me I was going to like it, he could tell, he had broken in lots of mamma boys like me.
The next night, after the restaurant staff had gone home, after we locked the front doors at two a.m. he walked over to me and told me to follow him. We went back to the manager's office, he sat me down and told me that men were men and queers were queers and queers sucked a man's cock. He lowered his zipper and got his cock out and told me to suck. He pushed his half hard cock in my lips and my mouth opened and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked on his cock, and cried the whole time.
That was the worst night of my life, the second worse night, the worst was the following night when he fucked me. Being his queer boy hurt me real bad, I was his queer boy all summer. When I went back to college, !i had never gotten laid by a girl, I had never seen tits up close, I had never felt up a vagina. What !i had done was suck off a man, I had gotten naked on a bed and a man had felt me up, had fingered my ass, had fucked me in the ass. Aman had kissed me, I had never kissed a girl.
In Bio lab that year I met Greg, and Greg fucked me. I wanted to cry from shame, but I didn't, I bit my tongue and took it up the ass. And took it up the ass, and took it up the ass, over and over. I sucked on his cock too, every time it hung out. Greg was all queer, and he liked fucking me, and he told me I was queer too, and he told me that night auditor was a queer too, if you like fucking queer as you are a queer too.
Now all these years later of being queer, gay, a cock sucker, and giving up my ass the queer I remember the midt is the night auditor of that long ago summer. I remember Greg too, he is the first ass fucking queer I fell in love with.
