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Greg, He Showed Me The Way
I went to a small college on a scholastic scholarship. In order to make ends meet I got a job working in the Biology building in a lab washing equipment and straightening out a couple of hours a day during the week. Greg was a graduate student who worked in the lab and he made friends with me.
He invited me to share some dinner he had prepared. His apartment was a couple of blocks off campus, a second story garage apartment. He offered me a beer and we sat down to talk about nothing at all. He was from California, grew up with a single mom in a small town where his mom worked as a waitress at the diner on the highway. Greg told me that when the truckers stopped there, they would touch his mother's behind, sometimes slap her behind. Sometimes a trucker wound up at their camper where they lived. One trucker kissed him and toyed with his penis. He told me that, He loved being kissed and he wasn't ashamed of it.
He asked me if I had ever been kissed, by a man. If I hadn't I didn't know what I was missing. No girl can kiss like a man, and a man has a cock and a girl doesn't. So why would you ever kiss a girl, you should always kiss a man. My beer was nearly empty and he asked me if I wanted him to kiss me. He walked over to me and leaned over and he kissed me on the lips. A long kiss, he pressed his tongue against my lips. He stood and told me that kissing a girl was a waste of time, and went to check on dinner which was in the oven.
During dinner he talked about that trucker. He told me the trucker had a hairy cock, it was too big for him, but he got to kiss it and lick it and the trucker ran it up and down his butt crack, poking at his butt hole and then grabbed him hard and humped him and came all the way up his back. He remembered the trucker and how much he liked being kissed and kissing his cock and when the trucker humped him. I was hard listening to him, I had wet my pants with cum.
When Greg came over to pick up my plate he bent over to kiss me some more and reached down and grabbed my wet pants. He smiled at me and kissed me some more, pushed the plate aside and told me to stand so he could see my cock. We traded places, he sat in the chair and he pulled my pants down and I leaned back against the table and he sucked up my limp wet cock. After a few minutes he had me getting hard again. I kicked off my shoes and he helped me get my pants down and he asked me to lean over the table and after licking me a bit with his tongue, he started kissing, sucking and licking my hole.
I felt his cock against my hole. He leaned forward with his hands on my shoulders pushing me down and got his cock in and I cried a little as he tore my butt hole fucking me for the first time. After he pulled out he saw blood on his cock and he checked my butthole and told me that he was going to fix it and the next time he was going to used some KY Jelly he had in his room.
He left me at the table and took the plates into the kitchen, he came out with his cock flying around, He asked me if I wanted to suck him. I said OK, and we went and sat on the sofa and I sucked him for a long time. He was hard again, and he wanted another go at me, this time he did use KY and his cock slipped in and it felt good. After he came we watched a couple of TV shows and he told me that he wanted me to stay the night with him. We slept naked in his bed, the window open and night sounds and Greg telling more stories about the trucker putting me to sleep. I woke up the next morning to Greg sucking my cock.
It was Saturday morning and he had to go into the lab to take some measurements, so we got dressed and we went in. After he took his measurements we walked back to my dorm room and he told me that we would see each other around six that night and go to the movies. In the movies I held his cock and jerked him off.
Greg was there for that year and then graduated and I stayed to finish my degree in History. I never saw Greg again, I heard he took a job working for a lab on the east coast. I taught History in high school. And once in a while, when I have a young man who needs to be put at ease I tell him the story of how Greg showed me the way, and repeat what Greg said. Never kiss a girl, always kiss a man, and then kiss him.
He invited me to share some dinner he had prepared. His apartment was a couple of blocks off campus, a second story garage apartment. He offered me a beer and we sat down to talk about nothing at all. He was from California, grew up with a single mom in a small town where his mom worked as a waitress at the diner on the highway. Greg told me that when the truckers stopped there, they would touch his mother's behind, sometimes slap her behind. Sometimes a trucker wound up at their camper where they lived. One trucker kissed him and toyed with his penis. He told me that, He loved being kissed and he wasn't ashamed of it.
He asked me if I had ever been kissed, by a man. If I hadn't I didn't know what I was missing. No girl can kiss like a man, and a man has a cock and a girl doesn't. So why would you ever kiss a girl, you should always kiss a man. My beer was nearly empty and he asked me if I wanted him to kiss me. He walked over to me and leaned over and he kissed me on the lips. A long kiss, he pressed his tongue against my lips. He stood and told me that kissing a girl was a waste of time, and went to check on dinner which was in the oven.
During dinner he talked about that trucker. He told me the trucker had a hairy cock, it was too big for him, but he got to kiss it and lick it and the trucker ran it up and down his butt crack, poking at his butt hole and then grabbed him hard and humped him and came all the way up his back. He remembered the trucker and how much he liked being kissed and kissing his cock and when the trucker humped him. I was hard listening to him, I had wet my pants with cum.
When Greg came over to pick up my plate he bent over to kiss me some more and reached down and grabbed my wet pants. He smiled at me and kissed me some more, pushed the plate aside and told me to stand so he could see my cock. We traded places, he sat in the chair and he pulled my pants down and I leaned back against the table and he sucked up my limp wet cock. After a few minutes he had me getting hard again. I kicked off my shoes and he helped me get my pants down and he asked me to lean over the table and after licking me a bit with his tongue, he started kissing, sucking and licking my hole.
I felt his cock against my hole. He leaned forward with his hands on my shoulders pushing me down and got his cock in and I cried a little as he tore my butt hole fucking me for the first time. After he pulled out he saw blood on his cock and he checked my butthole and told me that he was going to fix it and the next time he was going to used some KY Jelly he had in his room.
He left me at the table and took the plates into the kitchen, he came out with his cock flying around, He asked me if I wanted to suck him. I said OK, and we went and sat on the sofa and I sucked him for a long time. He was hard again, and he wanted another go at me, this time he did use KY and his cock slipped in and it felt good. After he came we watched a couple of TV shows and he told me that he wanted me to stay the night with him. We slept naked in his bed, the window open and night sounds and Greg telling more stories about the trucker putting me to sleep. I woke up the next morning to Greg sucking my cock.
It was Saturday morning and he had to go into the lab to take some measurements, so we got dressed and we went in. After he took his measurements we walked back to my dorm room and he told me that we would see each other around six that night and go to the movies. In the movies I held his cock and jerked him off.
Greg was there for that year and then graduated and I stayed to finish my degree in History. I never saw Greg again, I heard he took a job working for a lab on the east coast. I taught History in high school. And once in a while, when I have a young man who needs to be put at ease I tell him the story of how Greg showed me the way, and repeat what Greg said. Never kiss a girl, always kiss a man, and then kiss him.
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