It Was Just Luck I Took The Job And Fit Right In

I accepted the job of branch manager in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The store had five permanent positions and seasonal hires as required. I rented a trailer in the trailer park across the highway from the store, about a five minute drive to work. Carla was the office manager, a lady in her fifties. Jorge took care of the equipment in the yard. Carlos was the outside sales guy, young and very good looking. And Alfred, Big Al, was a 50 year old man who did commercial deliveries.

It was Big Al who gave me the orientation of the area, with a strange reference to this one bar down by the docks where the day charters docked. After a couple of weeks we talked about the upcoming weekend, and the subject of the 'bar' came up, he cautioned not to be surprised at who went there. It was a gathering place for area men. He asked if I knew what he meant. One look at his face and I did.

I got there around 8 that evening, surprised that the clientele was older men, lots of beards, tanned men, some tattoos, friendly place. I hugged the wall, the music was loud. A man came over to talk, some men were dancing. He had a charter and we walked over to the 'boat'. In the room downstairs, stuffy and hot, we took turns massaging, and loving on each other's cocks. He was not a small man, general physical or his endowment. He wanted to know if I wanted to go up top, take a view of the harbor and he would line up behind me.

The breeze was cool, I stared out across the harbor while he worked his magic. I went back to my rental trailer knowing that I could fit in down there. Big Al had lots of friends, he took me around and introduced me. Big Al included me for parties, and midnight cruises with some guys from the bar. This croud was my age, from all over. I fit in.