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Obsessions
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Gay Male / 22
I'm Ready For A True Relationship, I Want To Lose My Virginity
I'm 22 and finished college and I'm looking for a meaningful job. Currently I'm working as a server part time, living with a friend. It's taken me a long time to get over my hurt. I hope I can move on.
When I was 16 I worked as a caddy at the country club. A Mr. Jones (not his real name) paid attention to me and tipped me very well. I paid attention to him of course. One of those days he put his hand on my shoulder, and another one of those days he gently touched my ass, and on another one of those days he invited me into the stall and he put his arms around me and held my penis while I peed. He told me his grandfather did that and he remembered how good it felt and he had always wanted to pay it forward. He held me very tight and pushed his penis, which I could feel was very hard, against me while holding my penis and massaging it with his hand. A long kiss on the cheek later he let me loose and asked me if I wanted to hold his penis.
He was a big man and I held his penis from the side and he peed and stopped and asked me if I wanted to get a taste. He peed in my mouth just a little bit, he told me to take my shirt off and he finished peeing in my mouth and all over my face and chest, When he finished he had me suck his penis for a long time. I washed up in the washbasin while he held me from behind and played with my penis and kissed my cheeks and neck and pulled my face around and kissed me on the mouth. It was the most sexual thing I had ever done. He tipped me really well and told me we had a secret.
Several weeks later I saw his car parked along the road behind the abandoned railway station. I got off my bike and walked up and he was kissing someone in the car. I watched and the person he was kissing disappeared below the window and he had his head back against the headrest. When the person came up I recognized him, it was Paul from my Geometry class. They kissed again and then Mr. Jones bent down and Paul laid his head back with his mouth open. They drove off.
My feelings were devastated that afternoon, I was hurt so deep that I didn't go to school. I didn't want to run into Paul and I didn't want to see Mr. Jones so I quit my job at the country club. Many people have told it is no big deal. It is. It is a really big deal. I'm still not over it. Not completely.
I'm far away from my hometown, no one knows me here, I have my silly college degree. I want to meet a guy who wants to take my virginity. I don't want to be one of those guys who turns 30 and never got fucked. My only experience has been with Mr. Jones all those years ago. I'm ready. There is a guy who works with me who is everything I can think of, I want to wake up one morning, not a virgin any more, take a shower with him and go out to a diner and get some breakfast. That's my fantasy date.
When I was 16 I worked as a caddy at the country club. A Mr. Jones (not his real name) paid attention to me and tipped me very well. I paid attention to him of course. One of those days he put his hand on my shoulder, and another one of those days he gently touched my ass, and on another one of those days he invited me into the stall and he put his arms around me and held my penis while I peed. He told me his grandfather did that and he remembered how good it felt and he had always wanted to pay it forward. He held me very tight and pushed his penis, which I could feel was very hard, against me while holding my penis and massaging it with his hand. A long kiss on the cheek later he let me loose and asked me if I wanted to hold his penis.
He was a big man and I held his penis from the side and he peed and stopped and asked me if I wanted to get a taste. He peed in my mouth just a little bit, he told me to take my shirt off and he finished peeing in my mouth and all over my face and chest, When he finished he had me suck his penis for a long time. I washed up in the washbasin while he held me from behind and played with my penis and kissed my cheeks and neck and pulled my face around and kissed me on the mouth. It was the most sexual thing I had ever done. He tipped me really well and told me we had a secret.
Several weeks later I saw his car parked along the road behind the abandoned railway station. I got off my bike and walked up and he was kissing someone in the car. I watched and the person he was kissing disappeared below the window and he had his head back against the headrest. When the person came up I recognized him, it was Paul from my Geometry class. They kissed again and then Mr. Jones bent down and Paul laid his head back with his mouth open. They drove off.
My feelings were devastated that afternoon, I was hurt so deep that I didn't go to school. I didn't want to run into Paul and I didn't want to see Mr. Jones so I quit my job at the country club. Many people have told it is no big deal. It is. It is a really big deal. I'm still not over it. Not completely.
I'm far away from my hometown, no one knows me here, I have my silly college degree. I want to meet a guy who wants to take my virginity. I don't want to be one of those guys who turns 30 and never got fucked. My only experience has been with Mr. Jones all those years ago. I'm ready. There is a guy who works with me who is everything I can think of, I want to wake up one morning, not a virgin any more, take a shower with him and go out to a diner and get some breakfast. That's my fantasy date.
