Gay Male / 32
My Story Of When I Realized I Was Gay And Loved It
Confessions or stories or secrets. All these have one thread in common. It's about something that people don't want to talk about in the open. My story is like that.
I was twenty and my mother's aunt told her that her husband, my mother's uncle by marriage, could get me a summer job at the processing plant paying 23 an hour. My other options were minimum wage. And that's how I went to spend the summer in Arkansas.
Growing up in Ohio I didn't have much experience with the red neck culture, but we had the blue collar types and they were much the same. I grew up in the safe side, my father is a dentist and my mother is a school teacher. The job I got was a paid internship and I worked in monitoring high pressure containers. I worked in a control room over the plant, with three other men, one of which was my direct supervisor.
Getting up early, suiting up, coffee in the breakroom before my shift started was all a big change from my lazy college days. One morning when I was suiting up, putting on my red coveralls, boots, hard hat and goggles, one the guys in the dressing room 'grabbed' my ass. I turned to him, he grabbed my jaw in his hand and called me a 'college boy' and he had half the mind to show me what they did with college boys there. He let me go, but not before shoving me into the lockers.
I was his 'boy' now, although I didn't know it. He grabbed my ass and put his arm under my chin holding me up against the lockers staring into my eyes until I broke contact. Many times he let me go, but not before grabbing my crotch and puckering up like he was going to kiss me. Like I said, I was his 'boy' and no one interfered.
He sat me down on the bench and whipped out his cock and told me to suck him. I knew by then that I didn't have any choice about it. He pulled my face to him and rubbed my face against this cock, and he repeated the order for me to suck him. I sucked him, I don't mean that I pretended to suck him, I sucked him. Once his cock was in my mouth I showed him that I was sucking him. It was Friday and he told me that evening that he wanted me to join him at this bar. I told him I couldn't go because I wasn't 21 yet. He told me to show up at 11, he would get me in.
The bar was far away from where I was staying, and the cab cost me 26 bucks to go there. The cab driver asked me if I really wanted to get out, that was a men's club, for men only. I didn't understand what he meant by it, I waited outside until my 'man' showed up and he walked me in, giving the bartender a twenty and ordering two beers. There were no women there, just men. Older men, and younger men, men who were dancing and men who were standing at the bar with their arms around their shoulders. Men who were kissing.
Held up against the wall my 'man' kissed me. We sat at this table and he ordered another round of beers from the 'waitress', a guy in drag with a short skirt and crop top. He took me out on the dancefloor, hugging me tight against him while we danced to some soap western tune. In that club it was open kissing and grabbing and, men in shirts and ties, and men in coveralls and work boots.
I went home with him to his apartment, and he undressed me and got undressed and made love to me. I looked up at him while he was between my legs showing me that he owned me. I slept that night with him and he made love to me in the shower. When I say made love to me, that's exactly what I mean, I laid back and enjoyed it, he did all the work, all I did was offer myself to him.
I went back to college much older, a world opened up for me that I had not seen before. I liked this one guy, he was a graduate assistant and I went to him for help, and ended up in bed with him. I think he was my first love, although I will never forget my 'man' from my summer internship.
I was twenty and my mother's aunt told her that her husband, my mother's uncle by marriage, could get me a summer job at the processing plant paying 23 an hour. My other options were minimum wage. And that's how I went to spend the summer in Arkansas.
Growing up in Ohio I didn't have much experience with the red neck culture, but we had the blue collar types and they were much the same. I grew up in the safe side, my father is a dentist and my mother is a school teacher. The job I got was a paid internship and I worked in monitoring high pressure containers. I worked in a control room over the plant, with three other men, one of which was my direct supervisor.
Getting up early, suiting up, coffee in the breakroom before my shift started was all a big change from my lazy college days. One morning when I was suiting up, putting on my red coveralls, boots, hard hat and goggles, one the guys in the dressing room 'grabbed' my ass. I turned to him, he grabbed my jaw in his hand and called me a 'college boy' and he had half the mind to show me what they did with college boys there. He let me go, but not before shoving me into the lockers.
I was his 'boy' now, although I didn't know it. He grabbed my ass and put his arm under my chin holding me up against the lockers staring into my eyes until I broke contact. Many times he let me go, but not before grabbing my crotch and puckering up like he was going to kiss me. Like I said, I was his 'boy' and no one interfered.
He sat me down on the bench and whipped out his cock and told me to suck him. I knew by then that I didn't have any choice about it. He pulled my face to him and rubbed my face against this cock, and he repeated the order for me to suck him. I sucked him, I don't mean that I pretended to suck him, I sucked him. Once his cock was in my mouth I showed him that I was sucking him. It was Friday and he told me that evening that he wanted me to join him at this bar. I told him I couldn't go because I wasn't 21 yet. He told me to show up at 11, he would get me in.
The bar was far away from where I was staying, and the cab cost me 26 bucks to go there. The cab driver asked me if I really wanted to get out, that was a men's club, for men only. I didn't understand what he meant by it, I waited outside until my 'man' showed up and he walked me in, giving the bartender a twenty and ordering two beers. There were no women there, just men. Older men, and younger men, men who were dancing and men who were standing at the bar with their arms around their shoulders. Men who were kissing.
Held up against the wall my 'man' kissed me. We sat at this table and he ordered another round of beers from the 'waitress', a guy in drag with a short skirt and crop top. He took me out on the dancefloor, hugging me tight against him while we danced to some soap western tune. In that club it was open kissing and grabbing and, men in shirts and ties, and men in coveralls and work boots.
I went home with him to his apartment, and he undressed me and got undressed and made love to me. I looked up at him while he was between my legs showing me that he owned me. I slept that night with him and he made love to me in the shower. When I say made love to me, that's exactly what I mean, I laid back and enjoyed it, he did all the work, all I did was offer myself to him.
I went back to college much older, a world opened up for me that I had not seen before. I liked this one guy, he was a graduate assistant and I went to him for help, and ended up in bed with him. I think he was my first love, although I will never forget my 'man' from my summer internship.
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