Good Ol' Boy Cock And Pot Lover

I grew up in a city of 100K, but for us it was a small town. My father, a doctor, is a 20 years older than my mother, my mother is a nurse and that's how they met. My father's practice includes hospital and his clinic, and he performs surgery. He is gone twelve hours a day and my mother was left home with the 'kids', four of us in a one, two, three, four situation. My father's social and economic position allowed my mother to have a much higher standard of living. She refers to my father as the 'doctor'. She does not get along with her sister and rest of her family, they are 'w*********h' and 'r******s' and so on. We never had anything to do with them.

One night when I was seventeen I was out with some friends, and we went to this 'party' that was out in a field. A redneck guy grabbed me and two others followed and I was put in my place, my pants down and fucked by all three of them. I went home with a sore asshole and feelings. I graduated from high school and was accepted at a private school and went there. All I wanted was for some guy to make an advance and fuck me. But the circumstances never happened, I comforted myself with my hand and jerked off regularly.

After graduation I got a job working for a farm implement company, in their corporate office. As part of the orientation everyone had to do a cycle through one of the sales outlets. I was sent to a large outlet in the middle of farm country as asst to the office manager. Bubba, the store manager, saw me as fresh on the farm and got me good one afternoon in one of the warehouses. As he put it, I squealed like a pig. On my part it was pure pleasure. I became Bubba's boy toy and I loved every minute of it. Sucking on that cock, bending over, I was as happy as a pig in a poke.

I came back to the home office with a smile on my face and a good recommendation. I got sent back out there, with a permanent position. I sucked Bubba as often as he wanted, and bent over whenever and wherever he wanted. Being that we were in farm country there wasn't any of the gay or pride or queer movement. No, you dropped your pants and Bubba skewered you.

I was thirty three and my mother was worried. All three of my sisters were married and all had kids and I was wasting my time working at that hick store in farm country. I went home for Christmas and one of my sisters introduced me to her sister in law Barbara. Barbara was my first pussy. Barbara was 29 and desperate to get married and six months later we got married. Truth be told for a long time I liked pussy. I liked the attention, and I liked her tits.

But Bubba was calling and I went out one night on my own and met Bubba behind a gas station and got busted for copulation in public with a known felon. I was the one with my pants down holding onto the light pole. They had a picture with Bubba behind me, actually a video, of Bubba giving it to me. I had to plead guilty public indecency, but being that it was with Bubba it was pretty out in the open.

Messing around with a secretary or nurse or a girl from accounting gets you in hot water, a divorce sometimes follows. Getting caught with your pants down in a public area with a known felon, giving you the business gets your divorced with supervised visitations. And run out of town on a rail. A dark spot on the family registry. I did what I could, came out to my family, told them that Bubba was not just good for me, I loved it. The big penalty is that I was run off from the outfit.

I'm moved to another part of the country that is more open to men seeking a night out with Bubba and I work for a dispensary as a manager. Out here is understood, everyone is out. Bubbas of all types flock here for some of the product and to get some young tail with their pants down. I am too old now for those things, I usually entertain at my place. Still, I love Bubba thick cock and having Bubba get behind me.