Paul Was My First And I Have A Soft Spot For Him To This Day

My first job after high school was a desk clerk at the Sherman Williams paint store. I handled the cash register and took and delivered the orders, but I wasn't trained yet on mixing the paints. Back in the back worked a man I will call Paul. Paul was an older man, who really knows how old, but he told me stories of when he worked for this company or that company. And they all ended the same way, if you didn't put out you lost your job.

He got down behind the front desk one day and while I was talking to this lady about her order and he grabbed my dick and held onto it so I couldn't go back and pick up the lady's order. When I looked down at him he was opening his mouth to let me know he wanted to suck me. I had to tell the lady that her order wasn't ready and she should come back after lunch and Paul got my dick out of my pants and gave me my first blow job. That afternoon after the store closed he gave me my first fucking.

It was all new to me, I liked it and when he had me suck his dick I liked that too. But what I liked the most was having him fuck me. I don't think you become queer just like that, I was already queer but I didn't know it, not till Paul showed me. All summer long Paul showed me how to be queer, he had me come over to the room he rented above this garage and we got naked and kissed and played and sucked each other and when he was ready he got on my back and I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it.

After the summer I went off to college and it was a long time there before I met the man who kept stock of all the gym equipment and he smelled me out and I was quick to suck his dick and he was just as quick to fuck me in the equipment room of the gym. When I got back home for Winter Break Paul didn't work at the paint store and I had to move on from there.