Bi-Sexual Male / 51
eMy worst nightmare. I got a job in theater, not a job anyone hears about I am a carpenter and my work setting up and tearing down the large sets on stage. I took the job because it pays union wages and the work is demanding but not hard.
The Director turned out to be a man with a nose for detail, the most minor thing got him going. I kept thinking to myself, how would anyone sitting in a dark theatre notice. But I learned to pay attention to the little things and skip the big things. Either way he found ways to make my life miserable.
I went to the restroom and I was minding my own business at one of the two urinals and the Director himself came it and stood there. He looked at me and asked why I 'kept it' to myself. Not understanding what he meant, he nodded his head and looked over the edge of the urinal looking down. The next command was to take my hands off and he pushed my shoulder so that I had to step back. His hand was lightning fast and he took my cock in his hand and bent over and gave me a long suck. When he came back up he offered me his cock and said that I was mean to him because I didn't share. We stood there for a long minute with his hand grabbing my cock and with his cock out in the open.
From then on he bothered me continuously, asking me to help him with jobs that weren't part of the union agreement for carpenters, leaning against me telling me that he was unhappy because I didn't pay attention to him. He told me lots of time that he had tasted the forbidden fruit and he could only dream of it because I kept it to myself. He sent me a handwritten note asking me to join him for dinner at his apartment on Monday night at 7:30 sharp. He was going to cook for me.
On Monday he called me and told me not to be late. His apartment was decorated, with things everywhere, soft large chairs, and he had set a table with fine china and a bottle of wine. He told me that he had a secret for dessert but he wouldn't tell me until later. He wanted to talk about himself, how he grew up, how hard it was being the only gay kid in school, his first relationships broke his heart because he was used, that he had stumbled into theater arts as an elective and now here he was the Director of the theatre and I was there with him. I told him about playing baseball, about hunting and fishing, about going into the Army, about working in construction, about being married and divorced twice, about chasing pussy.
He got up from his chair and came over to the couch where I was sitting and said that is why I was there, sometimes a boy needed the weathered hands of a man. I told him I was there because he had pretty much made it clear that I needed to be there and he agreed, yes that was his privilege as the Director, to call the scenes and choose the actors. His time went off and he served a casserole dinner, a hearty meal, I was expecting something like a salad with fruit and nuts. He told me he was cooking for me. At dinner he put his hand on mine a hundred times, he talked about how hard it was to fall in love and then wanting so hard to be loved too.
Desert came in the form of an invitation, a hand written note asking me to follow him and he led me to the bedroom. He said he knew I was a man but he also knew that I had never tried making love with a boy and once I made love to him I would kick myself for having wasted my time looking for a woman when all along I wasn't going to be satisfied without a boy in my life.
He wasn't a boy, he was 37 years old, but he was very slight and he undressed and each layer he took off showed a more feminine undergarments, pink panties and a strip of pink ribbon across his chest. He lay back on his turned down bed and called me over to make love to him. He grabbed himself in his pink panties telling me to come over and kiss him, I was standing in front of the bed with a raging boner, he slipped his panties down a bit exposing the rosy bulb of his penis, he sent me an air kiss asking again for me to make love to him. I stood there and he got up and came over and got my pants and said he wasn't there to just look at, he grabbed hard on my boner and pulled me over to him and as he sat on the bed he got my pants undone and my boner in his mouth.
He undressed me, got my pants and shorts off, kissed my chest and face and got my shirt and undershirt off, he sucked my boner some more and asked me take off his panties, to take them off softly and slowly and to give him a hundred kisses on his boy thing, to suck him and make him feel good. He took off the ribbon covering his nipples and laid back on the bed with his arms out so that I would get on top of him. He told me he had already taken care of things and I was going to find him hot and tight, better than any pussy I could have ever had.
Fucking him softly didn't work, I had to fuck him hard, he wanted me to stand up at the end of the bed and fuck him so he could look at me and twist his nipples with his fingers. His boy thing flopping in the rhythm I fucked him until I gave him my load. After I lay down to recover he went and got some hot towels and gently washed me and sucked me and asked that I suck him he wanted to cum too he hoped I would enjoy it if he came in my mouth, he would let me know when so that I could hold my mouth tight around him and give him a hot tight place in which to cum.
I thought I would be disgusted but I wasn't. I sucked him and took his load, for a little man he put out a lot. He had me take him to buy panties and thin colorful socks, he had me take him to dinner at the little French places, and he went with me to each Chicken Fried Stake. He liked to have a manicure and pedicure which was done at his apartment and I had to suffer through some queer holding my hand. He was enthusiastic and we made Mondays the night I went over and he fixed me dinner and we went back into the bedroom for desert. I am still not sure how I developed a desire for this, his naked boy thing, his panties and his red lips. His open legs and hot tight man hole.
The Director turned out to be a man with a nose for detail, the most minor thing got him going. I kept thinking to myself, how would anyone sitting in a dark theatre notice. But I learned to pay attention to the little things and skip the big things. Either way he found ways to make my life miserable.
I went to the restroom and I was minding my own business at one of the two urinals and the Director himself came it and stood there. He looked at me and asked why I 'kept it' to myself. Not understanding what he meant, he nodded his head and looked over the edge of the urinal looking down. The next command was to take my hands off and he pushed my shoulder so that I had to step back. His hand was lightning fast and he took my cock in his hand and bent over and gave me a long suck. When he came back up he offered me his cock and said that I was mean to him because I didn't share. We stood there for a long minute with his hand grabbing my cock and with his cock out in the open.
From then on he bothered me continuously, asking me to help him with jobs that weren't part of the union agreement for carpenters, leaning against me telling me that he was unhappy because I didn't pay attention to him. He told me lots of time that he had tasted the forbidden fruit and he could only dream of it because I kept it to myself. He sent me a handwritten note asking me to join him for dinner at his apartment on Monday night at 7:30 sharp. He was going to cook for me.
On Monday he called me and told me not to be late. His apartment was decorated, with things everywhere, soft large chairs, and he had set a table with fine china and a bottle of wine. He told me that he had a secret for dessert but he wouldn't tell me until later. He wanted to talk about himself, how he grew up, how hard it was being the only gay kid in school, his first relationships broke his heart because he was used, that he had stumbled into theater arts as an elective and now here he was the Director of the theatre and I was there with him. I told him about playing baseball, about hunting and fishing, about going into the Army, about working in construction, about being married and divorced twice, about chasing pussy.
He got up from his chair and came over to the couch where I was sitting and said that is why I was there, sometimes a boy needed the weathered hands of a man. I told him I was there because he had pretty much made it clear that I needed to be there and he agreed, yes that was his privilege as the Director, to call the scenes and choose the actors. His time went off and he served a casserole dinner, a hearty meal, I was expecting something like a salad with fruit and nuts. He told me he was cooking for me. At dinner he put his hand on mine a hundred times, he talked about how hard it was to fall in love and then wanting so hard to be loved too.
Desert came in the form of an invitation, a hand written note asking me to follow him and he led me to the bedroom. He said he knew I was a man but he also knew that I had never tried making love with a boy and once I made love to him I would kick myself for having wasted my time looking for a woman when all along I wasn't going to be satisfied without a boy in my life.
He wasn't a boy, he was 37 years old, but he was very slight and he undressed and each layer he took off showed a more feminine undergarments, pink panties and a strip of pink ribbon across his chest. He lay back on his turned down bed and called me over to make love to him. He grabbed himself in his pink panties telling me to come over and kiss him, I was standing in front of the bed with a raging boner, he slipped his panties down a bit exposing the rosy bulb of his penis, he sent me an air kiss asking again for me to make love to him. I stood there and he got up and came over and got my pants and said he wasn't there to just look at, he grabbed hard on my boner and pulled me over to him and as he sat on the bed he got my pants undone and my boner in his mouth.
He undressed me, got my pants and shorts off, kissed my chest and face and got my shirt and undershirt off, he sucked my boner some more and asked me take off his panties, to take them off softly and slowly and to give him a hundred kisses on his boy thing, to suck him and make him feel good. He took off the ribbon covering his nipples and laid back on the bed with his arms out so that I would get on top of him. He told me he had already taken care of things and I was going to find him hot and tight, better than any pussy I could have ever had.
Fucking him softly didn't work, I had to fuck him hard, he wanted me to stand up at the end of the bed and fuck him so he could look at me and twist his nipples with his fingers. His boy thing flopping in the rhythm I fucked him until I gave him my load. After I lay down to recover he went and got some hot towels and gently washed me and sucked me and asked that I suck him he wanted to cum too he hoped I would enjoy it if he came in my mouth, he would let me know when so that I could hold my mouth tight around him and give him a hot tight place in which to cum.
I thought I would be disgusted but I wasn't. I sucked him and took his load, for a little man he put out a lot. He had me take him to buy panties and thin colorful socks, he had me take him to dinner at the little French places, and he went with me to each Chicken Fried Stake. He liked to have a manicure and pedicure which was done at his apartment and I had to suffer through some queer holding my hand. He was enthusiastic and we made Mondays the night I went over and he fixed me dinner and we went back into the bedroom for desert. I am still not sure how I developed a desire for this, his naked boy thing, his panties and his red lips. His open legs and hot tight man hole.
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