Coming To Terms With Being Gay

My first time and exposure to gay men occurred when I was a waiter at a diner in college. I worked the evening shift, getting off around midnight. A regular customer came in and sat in my section. He tipped well and we became friends. I worked out a lot and liked being toned and I confess that I was hooked on supplements. He was a man that lived alone and worked for the utility company. He told me that the supplements were bad for me.

That's the back ground. One evening I told him I needed a vacuum cleaner. He told me he had one and I could borrow it. He gave me his address and told me I could stop by on Saturday. I went, I didn't have to work until three, and he was waiting for me. It was a little strange talking to him in his apartment. He showed the vacuum cleaner and he put his arm around me and said he wanted to take care of me.

I got kissed and while he kissed me he put his hand over my zipper, and I stood there and let him. After the kiss he patted and ran his hand across my back side. We sat down for him to continue kissing me and work on getting my pants open. Once he had my penis in his hand he bent down to suck me. I didn't say anything, I just let him kiss me and suck on me. When he stood up, and undid his belt and let his pants fall, he took his penis out and offered it to me. I had to, I couldn't stop myself, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked him.

Of course, he made sure that before I left he had completed anal intercourse with me.

That day is the day I came to terms with being gay.