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Gay Male / 69
My Transformation From A Horny Teen Into An Active Gay Man
Between high school and college I got a job working in the kitchen of a large hotel as a dishwasher. More specifically a pot washer. The man who had been doing that job was promoted to another job in housekeeping. I came on at three and got off at eleven thirty with thirty minutes for lunch, in the kitchen breakroom. I was making 5.60 an hour, had a problem with pimples and masturbated every night to a magazine I kept between my mattress and box springs.
The magazine was old, I had found it in the trash behind the school, along with other magazines that someone had tossed in the bin. This one had fallen in and was on top. Men kissing, men jerking off men, men sucking dick and one picture near the foldout of a man with a big dick, a man with another man on his back, I masturbated every night after everyone was asleep, I used a towel which I also kept between the mattress and box springs and dreamt of a man on my back.
The man who had my job before me also worked the evening shift and came to the breakroom one night when I was taking my dinner break. We are alone. He later followed me into the bathroom behind the breakroom and showed me his dick and asked me to show him mine. He grabbed my dick and with his hand rubbed his dick against mine. He took my head in his hand and bent me down and put his dick against my lips until I opened my mouth. He never said a word, I sucked his dick and wet my pants. That might I masturbated until my dick hurt. I didn't take the magazine out that night or the towel I had under the mattress, I masturbated into my sheets staining the sheets and the mattress.
Three nights later, around the time that we got off work, he came down and waited until I stopped to get my things out of my locker and asked me if I wanted to suck his dick again. When I didn't answer he told me not to disappoint him and out there in the parking lot behind the kitchen he kissed me on the lips, he grabbed my dick and told me he wasn't used to a boy saying no to him and walked me to his car, an old beat up car with cigarettes overflowing in the ashtray and beer cans on the floor. He took me to his apartment, an old run down complex and fucked me the minute that we stepped in. A dry fuck, which hurt and he knew it. A fuck to teach me who was in charge.
That night in my bed I didn't masturbate, I just laid on my side touching my asshole dreaming of him kissing me and how he had fucked me. The next morning I woke up and I had had a wet dream, my underpants were wet with cold sticky semen. For the rest of the summer I was his boyfriend and he took me to his apartment and I learned to fuck and how to suck his dick so he would cum and laid back on his bed and let him kiss me like a girl. I went to college that fall an experienced queer hungry for sex and the first man I sucked on campus and let him fuck me was my Sociology professor, an old German professor with a beard and thick glasses. I had arrived.
The magazine was old, I had found it in the trash behind the school, along with other magazines that someone had tossed in the bin. This one had fallen in and was on top. Men kissing, men jerking off men, men sucking dick and one picture near the foldout of a man with a big dick, a man with another man on his back, I masturbated every night after everyone was asleep, I used a towel which I also kept between the mattress and box springs and dreamt of a man on my back.
The man who had my job before me also worked the evening shift and came to the breakroom one night when I was taking my dinner break. We are alone. He later followed me into the bathroom behind the breakroom and showed me his dick and asked me to show him mine. He grabbed my dick and with his hand rubbed his dick against mine. He took my head in his hand and bent me down and put his dick against my lips until I opened my mouth. He never said a word, I sucked his dick and wet my pants. That might I masturbated until my dick hurt. I didn't take the magazine out that night or the towel I had under the mattress, I masturbated into my sheets staining the sheets and the mattress.
Three nights later, around the time that we got off work, he came down and waited until I stopped to get my things out of my locker and asked me if I wanted to suck his dick again. When I didn't answer he told me not to disappoint him and out there in the parking lot behind the kitchen he kissed me on the lips, he grabbed my dick and told me he wasn't used to a boy saying no to him and walked me to his car, an old beat up car with cigarettes overflowing in the ashtray and beer cans on the floor. He took me to his apartment, an old run down complex and fucked me the minute that we stepped in. A dry fuck, which hurt and he knew it. A fuck to teach me who was in charge.
That night in my bed I didn't masturbate, I just laid on my side touching my asshole dreaming of him kissing me and how he had fucked me. The next morning I woke up and I had had a wet dream, my underpants were wet with cold sticky semen. For the rest of the summer I was his boyfriend and he took me to his apartment and I learned to fuck and how to suck his dick so he would cum and laid back on his bed and let him kiss me like a girl. I went to college that fall an experienced queer hungry for sex and the first man I sucked on campus and let him fuck me was my Sociology professor, an old German professor with a beard and thick glasses. I had arrived.
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