Getting My Memories In Order, This One Is Top Of Mind Usually

One day I took a turn I hadn't expected. I was working in the audit room of a large casino, and as can be imagined, the casino ran 24 7. The casino hired certain types for jobs to the public, and other types for jobs behind the public's view. My job did not interface with the public. I worked in offices in the first basement, and my supervisor was Harold. I had not been exposed personally to homosexuals. Harold was an old school homosexual. He called himself a bachelor because no woman would put up with him.

At that time I was working the four to midnight shift and Harold was on as the supervisor. I guess, because I really don't know what got into him that night. Harold made a pass at me. It wasn't an easy pass, it was a ball grab. It hurt. I went back to my chair and my coworker leaned over and said I was fucked. I still didn't know what was going on. I was to say the least unconnected from these things. Around eleven that night I left my chair for a walk to the bathroom. Harold got up and followed. In the bathroom he stuck a wedge in the door so it wouldn't open. I saw him, but I did not register.

I was standing at the urinal when he gabbed me, he reached down and grabbed my dick. I hadn't finished peeing, but his interruption took over. He twisted me around until my back was to the urinal and he forced kissed me while grabbing my dick. He said something about him not wanting me complaining. I was bent backwards over the urinal with the plumbing sticking into my back as he worked my pants and pushed them down. Only then did he let me turn around again facing the urinal. I had my hands on the wall as he went for me with his dick, when he got into me, I had to grab onto the plumbing. My mind's eye could see what he was doing, I felt it down my legs and up my back as he went deeper and deeper. I wasn't unaware anymore, I felt Harold grab my dick real hard and then thrust hard against me several times and he jerked behind me before pulling his dick out of me.

I don't know why I was so tired, breathless. Harold walked over to the towel machine to wash his dick before telling me to get over there and suck him, and to leave my pants down. I was a lamb and I was on the floor sucking his dick. While I sucked him I jerked myself off. After he got tired of me trying he told me to stand up. And he gave me a lecture before kissing me again holding my dick in his hand. Yeah, I heard him, 'you're mine boy, don't you forget it'. He picked up his wedge and left me. I never finished peeing. I got my pants up and pushed my shirt in and returned to my chair. My coworker leaned over, 'did you suck his dick?'. All I could do was answer by nodding my heard. 'You're fucked'.