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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 27
The Summer When I Learned I Was Gay
There is the world as it was pre COVID and the world as we know it post COVID. Growing up the world of gay guys was something we all knew about, and of girls who let men at the country club fuck them, and of party Moms who got together with other women, and we knew of the old men who hung out around the movie theatre or the mall and if you got in their car they would suck you off. But gay, like I didn't know anyone who was actually gay.
In 2013 I went to college. Like just about everyone in my school those who went to college went away. The one's that didn't go to college got jobs in everything from retail to working for the DOT. We stayed friends, and when the summer after my freshman year came I needed a job and my high school friend Mark got me a job working for Macy's. My job was working for the men's department, putting out the merchandise for the next day, unboxing, gopher stuff.
The manager of the shoe department actually put his hand on my bottom, and hugged me to him and said that as far as he was concerned I was the best summer hire. I didn't know what to do so I stood there while he kept his arm around me and before he released me he ran his hand across my bottom again. The next day he asked me to help him in the storage room and he kissed me and took my dick out of my pants and sucked me. I did not resist, I don't know if I liked him kissing me or sucking my dick more. By the time he stopped sucking my dick I was so hungry to be kissed some more that I kissed him. It was an impulse, uncontrollable impulse.
I wasn't embarrassed. I had kissed girls on dates, but this was different. I told my friend Mark what had happened and he told me that man had a 'reputation' and so did the man who worked in suits. He asked me if I liked it and I told him I didn't know. And just like that, he asked me if I wanted to suck his dick. 'Once you try it you're going to like it' he told me. He was 19 like me, athletic, and he had incredibly hairy legs and hair on his stomach and his chest, I just didn't get that gene. His dick was hard, totally circumcised like mine, in my hand it was beautiful to look at, in my mouth it was the biggest rush of my life. A hunger took over and he kept pushing my head back and telling me I had all day. But I didn't have all day, there wasn't enough time. He pushed my head back and told me to settle down, to get my pants down and bend over and he would show me what a dick was really for.
We didn't have lube of any kind. He had never actually done 'it' and certainly neither had I. It was raw, dry, but his dick was hard and after a few moments he got it in and the heavens opened and with pain and all his dick went all the way in. It felt like I was unable to shit, it felt good, I didn't want him to stop. He came in a rush. And when he pulled his dick out there was bright red blood on his dick, it was wet and there was shit. He went into his bathroom and ran the sink and washed his dick. I went in and tried cleaning myself with toilet paper, there was blood on it, and he told me that he fucking loved it. It was his first fuck ever. I fucked a girl in the eleventh grade, I never felt a rush.
Mark was gay, he knew it, he had kissed a boy when he was fifteen. He had sucked the cock of the first place State Cross Country guy at a meet when he ran track. He had shown his dick to guys, and at a party he and other boys sucked dick. Mark was gay and he knew it. But I didn't know it. That afternoon the shoe department manager had sucked my dick, and now Mark had me suck his dick and he had fucked me. I asked him if that made me gay. Yes, and he told me I could suck his dick whenever I wanted.
Of course the Shoe Department Manager was gay. He was an Alpha Dog, once he fucks you you know it. The older man in the suit department was a bottom, he liked a certain kind of man and you could tell if you watched him when he fitted men for suits. Mark told me that he would always get his hand up there measuring the inseam and touch their dicks. There was another gay guy, he was Mexican and he ran with his crowd. Once you knew you could see it in him, he was always immaculately dressed. He was also effeminate. Mark pointed that out. And the guy who worked in the food court, and the shoe salesman down the mall, Mark pointed them out. You, he told me, are gay. You want to be kissed and fucked by the Shoe Department Manager. You're a bottom. It's OK. Mark was a top he said. The Shoe Department Manager was an Alpha as I had found out.
I got fucked by the Shoe Department Manager. More importantly he kissed me which is all I seemed to want when I was with him. He had an apartment and lived alone. He asked me to vacuum for him naked. And every time I got back to the couch he sucked my dick a little before sending me off to make another round. When he fucked it wasn't like how Mark fucked me, he had lubes and used them, and he fucked me by holding me in his arms while I lay beneath him. I liked that very much. I liked how he breathed hard on me, how he kissed my cheek, how he told me he really, really liked me and he wanted me to like him back. I was 19 and he was 47. I really liked being naked with him in bed and being hugged and kissed and how he made love to me.
When I went back to college I was gay. I looked for other gay guys on campus, it was hard to pick them out. Sure there were the effeminate ones, everyone knew about them. But I didn't like them or want anything to do with them. I was a normal guy, I just wanted to he held and kissed and made love to, but not by a kid. It had to be a man, and the man turned out to be the Political Science professor who gave me a C on a paper and I had to show him appreciation before he let me rewrite my paper. He knew exactly the kind of gay I am, and he was exactly the kind of gay man I wanted to kiss me.
In 2013 I went to college. Like just about everyone in my school those who went to college went away. The one's that didn't go to college got jobs in everything from retail to working for the DOT. We stayed friends, and when the summer after my freshman year came I needed a job and my high school friend Mark got me a job working for Macy's. My job was working for the men's department, putting out the merchandise for the next day, unboxing, gopher stuff.
The manager of the shoe department actually put his hand on my bottom, and hugged me to him and said that as far as he was concerned I was the best summer hire. I didn't know what to do so I stood there while he kept his arm around me and before he released me he ran his hand across my bottom again. The next day he asked me to help him in the storage room and he kissed me and took my dick out of my pants and sucked me. I did not resist, I don't know if I liked him kissing me or sucking my dick more. By the time he stopped sucking my dick I was so hungry to be kissed some more that I kissed him. It was an impulse, uncontrollable impulse.
I wasn't embarrassed. I had kissed girls on dates, but this was different. I told my friend Mark what had happened and he told me that man had a 'reputation' and so did the man who worked in suits. He asked me if I liked it and I told him I didn't know. And just like that, he asked me if I wanted to suck his dick. 'Once you try it you're going to like it' he told me. He was 19 like me, athletic, and he had incredibly hairy legs and hair on his stomach and his chest, I just didn't get that gene. His dick was hard, totally circumcised like mine, in my hand it was beautiful to look at, in my mouth it was the biggest rush of my life. A hunger took over and he kept pushing my head back and telling me I had all day. But I didn't have all day, there wasn't enough time. He pushed my head back and told me to settle down, to get my pants down and bend over and he would show me what a dick was really for.
We didn't have lube of any kind. He had never actually done 'it' and certainly neither had I. It was raw, dry, but his dick was hard and after a few moments he got it in and the heavens opened and with pain and all his dick went all the way in. It felt like I was unable to shit, it felt good, I didn't want him to stop. He came in a rush. And when he pulled his dick out there was bright red blood on his dick, it was wet and there was shit. He went into his bathroom and ran the sink and washed his dick. I went in and tried cleaning myself with toilet paper, there was blood on it, and he told me that he fucking loved it. It was his first fuck ever. I fucked a girl in the eleventh grade, I never felt a rush.
Mark was gay, he knew it, he had kissed a boy when he was fifteen. He had sucked the cock of the first place State Cross Country guy at a meet when he ran track. He had shown his dick to guys, and at a party he and other boys sucked dick. Mark was gay and he knew it. But I didn't know it. That afternoon the shoe department manager had sucked my dick, and now Mark had me suck his dick and he had fucked me. I asked him if that made me gay. Yes, and he told me I could suck his dick whenever I wanted.
Of course the Shoe Department Manager was gay. He was an Alpha Dog, once he fucks you you know it. The older man in the suit department was a bottom, he liked a certain kind of man and you could tell if you watched him when he fitted men for suits. Mark told me that he would always get his hand up there measuring the inseam and touch their dicks. There was another gay guy, he was Mexican and he ran with his crowd. Once you knew you could see it in him, he was always immaculately dressed. He was also effeminate. Mark pointed that out. And the guy who worked in the food court, and the shoe salesman down the mall, Mark pointed them out. You, he told me, are gay. You want to be kissed and fucked by the Shoe Department Manager. You're a bottom. It's OK. Mark was a top he said. The Shoe Department Manager was an Alpha as I had found out.
I got fucked by the Shoe Department Manager. More importantly he kissed me which is all I seemed to want when I was with him. He had an apartment and lived alone. He asked me to vacuum for him naked. And every time I got back to the couch he sucked my dick a little before sending me off to make another round. When he fucked it wasn't like how Mark fucked me, he had lubes and used them, and he fucked me by holding me in his arms while I lay beneath him. I liked that very much. I liked how he breathed hard on me, how he kissed my cheek, how he told me he really, really liked me and he wanted me to like him back. I was 19 and he was 47. I really liked being naked with him in bed and being hugged and kissed and how he made love to me.
When I went back to college I was gay. I looked for other gay guys on campus, it was hard to pick them out. Sure there were the effeminate ones, everyone knew about them. But I didn't like them or want anything to do with them. I was a normal guy, I just wanted to he held and kissed and made love to, but not by a kid. It had to be a man, and the man turned out to be the Political Science professor who gave me a C on a paper and I had to show him appreciation before he let me rewrite my paper. He knew exactly the kind of gay I am, and he was exactly the kind of gay man I wanted to kiss me.
