Those Days When You First Get Started And Fall For The Guy

When I was a kid we lived in an apartment block. On our floor was a man who everyone said would fuck you if he grabbed you. So everyone stayed away from him. Still, we all talked about it, and everyone had heard of some kid that he had grabbed and taken into his apartment. But no one ever knew the name of the kid. It was rumors, but we talked about it.

I went to trade school to learn how to be a draftsman. I went to work for the engineering department of the city. I was unlucky in love and never could get a girl to go out with me. One guy who worked for the insurance department asked me to go get a beer with him after work. I went. We went to this place he knew in a shopping center hidden behind a building. We went in and it was dark, it was a bar so we stood for a while until our eyes adjusted to the dark.

We took a table and a guy came over and we ordered a couple of beers. We watched, it was nothing but guys there, mostly hicks and blue collar types. He put his hand on my hand and told me he wanted to date me. It was only then that I caught on that I was at a gay bar. He didn't take no for an answer and pressed me until I said something like alright. I was embarrassed and at the same time wondering what I was getting into. When we walked out he put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to his car.

We went to this Chinese place to eat and then to his place. He called me over to where he was sitting on the easy chair and unzipped my pants and sucked my dick. I knew I was in trouble but I liked it and let him suck me until I was hard and he was pulling on my dick while he sucked me. I wanted to sit down or something, my pants were down on my ankles and he would run his hand over my bare ass. Maybe three or four or five minutes, but to me it was a long time.

He stood to take off his pants, first he kicked off his shoes and told me to get my pants off. I had to sit to untie my shoes and we were standing barefoot and without pants on with only a shirt. He told me to grab his dick and get on my knees and show him some love. He held my head by the hair as I sucked him. He kept telling me how to do it, but even if I wasn't an expert, I liked sucking on his dick. We left our pants and shoes and socks on the floor and went back to his room where we took our shirts off and laid on the bed to make out. I held his dick in my hand while we were kissing and he rubbed my back and bare ass.

He turned me onto my stomach and got on my back. It was a completely dry fuck, no lubricant of any kind. It hurt in a way but in another way it felt good. The more he fucked the better it felt. He came and pulled out and laid on his back beside me and told me to go get a towel in the bathroom to wipe him off. I knew right then that I was the girl.

I never got into any outfits or feminine clothes or panties or any of that. I cleaned and kept up the apartment and did all the other 'wife' things. He was the man of the house and I was his bride. Those days when we first got together were some of the best days for me. Learning to be his Mrs. and learning how to suck cock. He liked to make out and I liked him kissing me. Those were the good old days.