Remembering When, I Know That Lots Of Others Have Similar Memories

When I was in high school my father's long term secretary was getting married and I was told to wear a suit. My mother took me to the department store and helped me pick out a suit, a typical older style suit not something for a kid my age. She left me for the man to measure me for alterations. This man was older with an accent. When he measured up, he 'bumped' his head into my crotch. He ran his hand up into my butt crack to make sure the 'seat' was the right size. He came around me from behind to fit the jacket. Holding me against him, his hips thrust up into my behind.

He must have felt something, I mean other than feeling me up. He felt that I didn't reject him. He followed me into the dressing room and sucked my cock. I was too scared to suck his cock.

When I went back two weeks later to pick up the suit, my Mom had to drive me then. She waited and waited while he had me try it on and he ran his hands up between my thighs, around my butt, tucked the pants into my butt crack. Holding me from behind, he cupped my balls and shoved his hips into me. Again in the dressing room he sucked my cock, this time I sucked him back.

At the mall I would meet him in the passage way behind the store and he would suck my cock and some of the time I would suck him back. He started kissing me, grabbing my behind and rubbing my cock in my pants. Once I started driving I went to his place instead of practice, and he had sex with me.

Then, all of a sudden he wasn't working there any more and he had moved out of his apartment. I didn't dare ask where he went. It is a mystery to me. But my memory of those days when I first had my cock sucked, of being kissed in that dark hallway, of sucking his cock in the dressing room. And of being a 'good boy' in his apartment will live with me forever.