This story is true. It started a long time ago.

I was in summer camp and the boy next to me told me to suck his dick. I wasn't given any other option. He came over to my cot and told me to suck his dick. I put his dick in my mouth and after a few minutes I began to suck his dick. His dick was hard, and I could barely get it all in my mouth. I found that I liked to run my tongue up and down his dick, the more I sucked his dick the more he pushed his hips into my face, until he grabbed my head and began to fuck my face. He came in several squirts, I had take my mouth of his dick so his cum shot onto my face and my hair. Some of it was on my lips so I licked it. The rest I cleaned off when he told me I looked stupid.

I sucked his dick every night of summer camp. When he came I learned to stay on his dick, I liked the taste of his cum.

When summer camp was over and we all went back to our houses I remembered my days at summer camp. The next year there were different boys and I couldn't find anyone that would let me suck his dick. I was frustrated, and I would go to the showers and I would watch the boys take a shower. That summer I was called a queer because I would look at the other naked boys. Some would show off their dicks to me, but I never got to suck a dick that summer.

By the time I got back to school, I had a reputation as a queer. One of the boys who was at camp went to the same school and I was the school queer. In the bathroom boys would show me their dicks and ask me if I liked them. I never answered, but I never stopped looking. I got dry humped a couple of times by boys on the basketball team. That felt good, I liked it a lot. After gym, when we showered, I got snapped by towels and boys who were bigger would make fun of my dick.

In the seventh grade this one boy told me to suck his dick. We were getting dressed after swim practice, and his dick was cold from the water, and it got hard in a second. Unfortunately he only let me suck it for a moment.

In the ninth grade some of the upper classmen came up on me when I was buying some stuff at the seven eleven. They made me go with them to this open yard where there were large concrete sewer pipes stored. I got corn holed by all three of them. They thought they were hurting me, but they were really making me feel good. I remember it so well because it felt so good. My reputation as the school queer was now solid. They had evidence.

It wasn't until the 11th grade that I got into my first real relationship. I was working at the paint store in town and the evening floor manager liked to fuck queers and I became his go to queer and I spent the rest of the year getting fucked. Of course, he also taught me a whole lot of other things a queer needs to know. I traded, if he let me suck his dick, he could fuck me. Of the two, sucking dick and making him cum that way gives me more pleasure. But I understand, that fucking gives him as much pleasure, so I would let him do what he wanted to do.

All through college I sucked dick, college guys like to get their dick sucked and I was always available. In part I think because I don't look queer or act queer. But in college I didn't have anyone that was into fucking. And I didn't really miss it, except sometimes.

I am a manager of a department in a large company and I live with my partner. He was married but realized he was just as queer as me. We hooked up 15 years ago and we are going strong. After meeting him, I stopped cruising.

I was born black, I was born queer, but I was born in a white neighborhood. I have only ever sucked white and fucked white. I behave white, I think that is why I have risen in the organization, even though I am black and everyone knows I am gay.