As a kid growing up the south, there were huge religious issues. I just could not be one of those people, so I left and went to California. In California, at least where I ended up, there were mostly young people, no church life, most everyone worked lower end jobs, food service, reception, delivery services. A lot of people had college degrees, but the lifestyle called us to California.

I got a job in food service, a waiter at a local chain restaurant. The manager was a in his forties, had been around a long time. One night after we closed he asked me if I wanted to go to a party. I didn't get a chance to answer, we walked to his car and we went to this party. Lots of alcohol and lots of drugs. And no girls. None.

He offered me a beer and said he was going to introduce me to parties California style, nothing but getting high and having sex, the lights went out and your sucked and fucked until you collapsed, he brought me so he got first shot with me. He asked me if I carried lube, I said no, and he said big mistake, I should always have lube. He went back out to the car and brought me a tube and told me to go get myself lubed up. There were already some guys getting it on, some giving head, others fucking, guys getting naked all over, skinny guys and fat older guys, all types, I was a church boy from Alabama, I had never been to a party. A heavy set guy made a move for me, but my manager told him to back off, he brought me and when he was done he could have me, but not before.

All these naked guys, so much sex, my manager undressed me and he got me down to give him head. It was intoxicating, watching other guys giving head, watching other guys get fucked, I got lost in the moment and gave in to it, I felt his hand under my chin and he stood me up and I bent over and leaned against the back of the sofa and I was so in California.

I woke up the next day at his apartment, hung over with his cock rubbing my lips. That is why I moved to California, nothing like this ever happened in my hometown in Alabama.