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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 46
Once A Cocksucker Always A Cocksucker
As a graduate student I signed up for Teaching for America and I went to work in the hills of West Virginia. Poor is a matter of perspective. Everyone is poor if you use government to tell you, but not everyone is poor if you ask them. Teen pregnancies are often, high school drop out rate is high, unemployment from the government point of view is high. Schools are not much good. Trailer parks are few and far between, people live in shacks and old houses built 100 years ago, not all have inside plumbing.
I met Josh who lived in the apartment next to me. Josh dropped out of HS and never got a SS number. He drove an old pickup and worked doing 'something'. Josh got high and wanted his dick sucked and he was a lot stronger than me and forced me down and forced his dick in my mouth. I fought him, but I was a not strong enough to defend myself. I had to start sucking and he face fucked me. He wanted me bent over and I got my ass fucked. I didn't know it then, not that afternoon when I got fucked, that Josh liked me and I was going to be his boyfriend whether I thought I was or wasn't.
Time passed and I sucked Josh often, I bent over too. I didn't admit it to myself but I got to the point where I wanted to suck Josh and show him I could get him to cum that way. My pants were always loose and I made sure my ass was clean for him. After I had gotten a butt fucking I usually walked around wet enjoying the feeling. All this was while I was teaching ninth grade to mostly girls, the boys usually left school after eighth grade.
I wasn't in the know, I lived at the apartment complex and I wasn't in any social circle. Josh told his buddies and his friends and his brothers and sisters that I was his cock sucker and bent over for him. At school everyone knew I was Josh's fuck whore. The worst of it was that I liked it.
After my year up there, that went past quickly, I returned to finish my graduate school. I went to work for the Fed Government and met a lot of high thinking well educated idiots. It was hard to tell them that up there they didn't want any government help, don't send anyone. Just send money. I got into a discussion with this statistician who had all kinds of tables and he couldn't understand that he had bad statistics. I never went back up there and Josh became a distant memory, albeit a nice one. I never met a man again that I wanted to please so much as pleasing Josh. But again, Josh was my first and I have never been able to shake the memory.
I met Josh who lived in the apartment next to me. Josh dropped out of HS and never got a SS number. He drove an old pickup and worked doing 'something'. Josh got high and wanted his dick sucked and he was a lot stronger than me and forced me down and forced his dick in my mouth. I fought him, but I was a not strong enough to defend myself. I had to start sucking and he face fucked me. He wanted me bent over and I got my ass fucked. I didn't know it then, not that afternoon when I got fucked, that Josh liked me and I was going to be his boyfriend whether I thought I was or wasn't.
Time passed and I sucked Josh often, I bent over too. I didn't admit it to myself but I got to the point where I wanted to suck Josh and show him I could get him to cum that way. My pants were always loose and I made sure my ass was clean for him. After I had gotten a butt fucking I usually walked around wet enjoying the feeling. All this was while I was teaching ninth grade to mostly girls, the boys usually left school after eighth grade.
I wasn't in the know, I lived at the apartment complex and I wasn't in any social circle. Josh told his buddies and his friends and his brothers and sisters that I was his cock sucker and bent over for him. At school everyone knew I was Josh's fuck whore. The worst of it was that I liked it.
After my year up there, that went past quickly, I returned to finish my graduate school. I went to work for the Fed Government and met a lot of high thinking well educated idiots. It was hard to tell them that up there they didn't want any government help, don't send anyone. Just send money. I got into a discussion with this statistician who had all kinds of tables and he couldn't understand that he had bad statistics. I never went back up there and Josh became a distant memory, albeit a nice one. I never met a man again that I wanted to please so much as pleasing Josh. But again, Josh was my first and I have never been able to shake the memory.
