I Suppose That Maybe, Just Maybe, I've Always Been Mary

After high school I was not interested in college and got a job working at a fabrication yard. My job was running here and there, and then there and here, getting stuff for the men who worked in the yard. I was the gopher, go for this, go for that. Every yard has a gopher, or two. I learned to weld, which is a good paying job, but it is not everyone. It is hot, and outside. But it pays well. I was good enough that the bosses assigned me to an experienced welder so that I could get good enough to be a certified welder for the pressure vessel side of the business.

That's the side of the story about working hard and getting ahead and having a good job. In this job, around so many men of every kind, you kind of sort of start seeing men a little different than you thought. A man peeing beside you wants you to look at his cock, or wants to look at yours, is not a rare thing. A man is measured by his cock. If you have a nice thick cock, well then you get your cock sucked. If you have a pencil thin cock like mine, especially if you have a skinny ass, well you do the cock sucking thing. A man with a big cock gets respect like that, you give him respect and you let him fuck your ass.

Most of the guys on the pressure vessel side fit the mold. Big, harry, cocks. My nickname was Mary. I knew the men, and I knew every cock, in the pressure vessel yard. And every cock knew me. If it was a good day little Mary got fucked a couple of times. Pressure vessel men need to get the pressure relieved. Don't get me wrong, I was a certified welder, but I worked there because I was Mary and had all that cock for myself.

But Mary is usually a kid, nineteen, not a thirty five. By the time you get past twenty five the men are looking for Mary who works at the Quick Mart where they get their beer. By the time you are twenty five you are just a welder, and Mary at the Quick Mart has taken your place. It's just that to be attractive you have to be young.

I left the yard, and got my barber's license and went to work for a shop near Fort Hood. So many men around, and some of the boys needed someone to love. Wrap your arms around a lonely soldier boy, suck his cock, and slip your pencil thin cock up their sweet ass and you got it the way you like it. But this one soldier boy, I'll call him Roy, he was so lost there, and I found him real sweet and when he got off on leave he would stay with me at my trailer and we could fuck until I had to lay back and breathe. Roy needed, and I mean needed, to be loved and kissed. And I wanted to love and kiss Roy. Well I guess Roy was my first love.

When Roy did his duty and he was discharged he came to live with me in my trailer. I could sit and watch him vacuum back and forth in his white little briefs, his skinny ass, his pretty face, and it felt good to have him around. At night, or maybe some afternoon, we got back into the back of the trailer with the window unit on, and we kissed and made love. It dawned on me, I was then thirty five, that I had my Mary in my arms.

I'm fifty five now, still a skinny runt of a man, Roy ran away one day, he met a boy who played in a band. I wished him well, but he left me all alone. I met Joel, who is an Ex Marine, he keeps his hair short, he worked as a cop in Waco for some time. Joel is a big man, in his youth he was a tough warrior type, but now he has on some extra pounds. Joel, he's a man, he has a a thick cock and he uses it well. It's like going back to my youth, suckling on a big cock, getting my ass parted like the Red sea. Joel's the Man, and I do the vacuuming now. It feels good to be Mary again.