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Men Only
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Bi-Sexual Male / 56
I Succumb To Assertive Behavior But I Hold My Own When I Have To
I grew up in a male dominant household with several brothers no sisters. I went to a summer camp in the fourth grade and a boy there was very dominant with me, made me make his bed. I hated him for it, but I liked it too. All my life I've 'liked' dominant men, pleasing them, and at the same time hating them.
A year ago I was in another town, attending a presentation by a vendor of a large machine our company was considering to buy. I was there with an engineer and an equipment operator. My job was to ensure the commercial value made sense. While they were out in the plant going over the machine, I was in the office talking 'business', the numbers were oppressively high and we needed a discount.
The manager suggested we take a break and go to lunch. We drove into town and parked in a building to walk to the restaurant. He put his arm around me, telling me to calm down. Price isn't everything, I needed to take into consideration the increase in productivity. He was forceful and spoke with authority, his arm around my shoulder. When we got the spot where we were going to have lunch he excused himself for the bathroom.
I sat in my seat nervous and feeling minimized. That old feeling, love the behavior, hate the man for it. When he returned he put his hand on my shoulder, kept it there for a long second before sitting down. He started immediately into his lecture, aggressive and assertive. When he needed my undivided attention he put his hand on my mine. I was both attracted and repulsed. I watched his mouth speak and started thinking of him kissing me. Of his hands on my shoulders, his body behind me. I was having a live sexual arousal, only my arousal was for him to fuck me.
We left after promising to rethink our economics. Again, into the elevator in the parking garage he put his arm around my shoulders, hugging me tight against him. He asked me if I liked all male entertainment, or did I have to be around women. I took the middle road, 'depends'. He held me tight as the door opened, 'I don't think so', and he suggested that I should join him and friends for Thursday night football. He was sure my operations guys would find something to do and not worry about them.
It was a 'gay' party, one of the guys there wore the gay flag on his jacket. The men were all older, middle aged and the manager introduced me as a virgin flower, grabbing my crotch and kissing me in front of his friends. His friends all welcomed me. During half time they put on a gay porno, and they all took pot shots at the actors. The manager was behind me, his hand on my shoulder, what was my pleasure, to service or be serviced.
He fucked me in his bedroom, at first on my knees on the side of the bed, then on my back much like a woman. The penetration was complete, the kissing intense, the foreplay and cock sucking. The game was over by the time we went downstairs, he cheered me on, no longer a virgin. The 'boys' all raised a glass for loosing my inhibitions, I was now a member of the club.
The next day in negotiations, both the engineer and the equipment operator in the meeting, we were pressed hard by the manager. But when it comes to business I have a backbone and I didn't budge, we were interested technically and operationally, but the economics weren't there yet. 'I thought we had a deal' he said in the meeting. I was polite and professional, no not really. We did express interest, but not at the price he was quoting.
A year ago I was in another town, attending a presentation by a vendor of a large machine our company was considering to buy. I was there with an engineer and an equipment operator. My job was to ensure the commercial value made sense. While they were out in the plant going over the machine, I was in the office talking 'business', the numbers were oppressively high and we needed a discount.
The manager suggested we take a break and go to lunch. We drove into town and parked in a building to walk to the restaurant. He put his arm around me, telling me to calm down. Price isn't everything, I needed to take into consideration the increase in productivity. He was forceful and spoke with authority, his arm around my shoulder. When we got the spot where we were going to have lunch he excused himself for the bathroom.
I sat in my seat nervous and feeling minimized. That old feeling, love the behavior, hate the man for it. When he returned he put his hand on my shoulder, kept it there for a long second before sitting down. He started immediately into his lecture, aggressive and assertive. When he needed my undivided attention he put his hand on my mine. I was both attracted and repulsed. I watched his mouth speak and started thinking of him kissing me. Of his hands on my shoulders, his body behind me. I was having a live sexual arousal, only my arousal was for him to fuck me.
We left after promising to rethink our economics. Again, into the elevator in the parking garage he put his arm around my shoulders, hugging me tight against him. He asked me if I liked all male entertainment, or did I have to be around women. I took the middle road, 'depends'. He held me tight as the door opened, 'I don't think so', and he suggested that I should join him and friends for Thursday night football. He was sure my operations guys would find something to do and not worry about them.
It was a 'gay' party, one of the guys there wore the gay flag on his jacket. The men were all older, middle aged and the manager introduced me as a virgin flower, grabbing my crotch and kissing me in front of his friends. His friends all welcomed me. During half time they put on a gay porno, and they all took pot shots at the actors. The manager was behind me, his hand on my shoulder, what was my pleasure, to service or be serviced.
He fucked me in his bedroom, at first on my knees on the side of the bed, then on my back much like a woman. The penetration was complete, the kissing intense, the foreplay and cock sucking. The game was over by the time we went downstairs, he cheered me on, no longer a virgin. The 'boys' all raised a glass for loosing my inhibitions, I was now a member of the club.
The next day in negotiations, both the engineer and the equipment operator in the meeting, we were pressed hard by the manager. But when it comes to business I have a backbone and I didn't budge, we were interested technically and operationally, but the economics weren't there yet. 'I thought we had a deal' he said in the meeting. I was polite and professional, no not really. We did express interest, but not at the price he was quoting.
