Gay Male / 35
Right Of Passage
Sitting around reminiscing about the men I've met. I thought I would tell you about my first time with a man, up till then I had only messed around with other boys my age. I was eighteen, it was the summer before college and my dad had gotten me this job working for the highway department, sort of something to make me a man before heading off to college in the fall.
My dad had ideas that I was a sissy. For example I never had a girlfriend, for example my guy friends were sissies too. Not that we were effeminate, there are sissy tops. I was more of a sissy bottom. I don't think my father ever thought that among those men there were men who liked sissy bottoms. Big, burly, beer drinking, whiskered, nasty old men who liked skinny, white boys.
My first week on the team was hell on earth, temperatures in the high nineties, dry, dusty and I was the gopher, running around getting tools and stuff for the real construction guys. Out there on the job site there were two portable toilets, one for men and one for women. From day one I was told to use the women's toilet. Me and the two women out there. It was an us girls sort of thing.
It was the Friday at the end of the first week that Joe the meanest, nastiest man out there decided he needed to spend some time with me. He pushed me into the men's toilet, which almost made me puke. His nasty cock came out, he got hard enough and pulled his foreskin back and told me to latch on. Now, not my first cock, but definitely my nastiest. There is that moment when you know you are doing something that is changing your life. His cock changed my life, getting it straight up my ass in that toilet was bad, but at the same time it was the best fuck of my life.
From that day I outgrew the sissy boys and became a man's man.
My dad had ideas that I was a sissy. For example I never had a girlfriend, for example my guy friends were sissies too. Not that we were effeminate, there are sissy tops. I was more of a sissy bottom. I don't think my father ever thought that among those men there were men who liked sissy bottoms. Big, burly, beer drinking, whiskered, nasty old men who liked skinny, white boys.
My first week on the team was hell on earth, temperatures in the high nineties, dry, dusty and I was the gopher, running around getting tools and stuff for the real construction guys. Out there on the job site there were two portable toilets, one for men and one for women. From day one I was told to use the women's toilet. Me and the two women out there. It was an us girls sort of thing.
It was the Friday at the end of the first week that Joe the meanest, nastiest man out there decided he needed to spend some time with me. He pushed me into the men's toilet, which almost made me puke. His nasty cock came out, he got hard enough and pulled his foreskin back and told me to latch on. Now, not my first cock, but definitely my nastiest. There is that moment when you know you are doing something that is changing your life. His cock changed my life, getting it straight up my ass in that toilet was bad, but at the same time it was the best fuck of my life.
From that day I outgrew the sissy boys and became a man's man.
