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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 62
It Comes Early To You, Are You A Top Or A Bottom, And Is It Natural
Just a little something to get your day started.
I was an athlete in high school. Ran track and played basketball. I had a coach, Mr. Haverty. He was a coach with a beer belly, he had been in some Navy accident and was supposedly disabled. He taught History and Biology. He always walked around the showers when we were back from sweating it out on the field.
It was that day that you know you are in his sights. I knew it immediately. He walked over to me while I was getting my shoes on, and he stood there with his fly down. 'Zip it up boy, show me you're a man'. It was my job to zip him down and zip him up, and stand by him when he was at the urinal. Part of my job was shacking him after he peed before putting his dick back in his pants. If he wanted to put his arm around my shoulder, if he wanted to give me a bear hug, if he just went on and kissed me, I had to go along with it.
One day I was in his office and he gave me this wet hand towel. He asked me if I knew what that was for. I was innocent at that time, but he smile and said I would know soon enough and drop my pants for him. I got a blowjob of sorts, with his hand holding my balls, before having me lean over and with a couple of fingers he lubed me before standing behind me red faced as he fucked me. 'That's the way it was done in the Navy'. He was taking about the wet hand towel to wipe myself and wipe his dick off.
After I finished high school, on his recommendation I joined the Navy. I was on a destroyer and had galley duty. There was this old hand who was the CS and he liked it if I paid special attention to him. He was a man who was used to having a man on his knees before him. It was a special arrangement, as long as I was on my knees, or bent over, we got along fine. If you had asked me then I would have told you he was obnoxious, and I hated it. But the truth is that I enjoyed it, he reminded me of my coach in high school, I was a 'natural'.
After the Navy I took a position as a cook in a 'slop' house near the base in San Diego. I went to work there because it was run by an old salt friend of my CS in the Navy. They, not me, are all cut from the same cloth. It is us, me, that are naturals who suck up to them. That makes for a perfect relationship. Some men like to suck and be on the bottom, and some men want to fuck and be on top. I never had any problem with that arrangement. For me it was 'natural'.
I was an athlete in high school. Ran track and played basketball. I had a coach, Mr. Haverty. He was a coach with a beer belly, he had been in some Navy accident and was supposedly disabled. He taught History and Biology. He always walked around the showers when we were back from sweating it out on the field.
It was that day that you know you are in his sights. I knew it immediately. He walked over to me while I was getting my shoes on, and he stood there with his fly down. 'Zip it up boy, show me you're a man'. It was my job to zip him down and zip him up, and stand by him when he was at the urinal. Part of my job was shacking him after he peed before putting his dick back in his pants. If he wanted to put his arm around my shoulder, if he wanted to give me a bear hug, if he just went on and kissed me, I had to go along with it.
One day I was in his office and he gave me this wet hand towel. He asked me if I knew what that was for. I was innocent at that time, but he smile and said I would know soon enough and drop my pants for him. I got a blowjob of sorts, with his hand holding my balls, before having me lean over and with a couple of fingers he lubed me before standing behind me red faced as he fucked me. 'That's the way it was done in the Navy'. He was taking about the wet hand towel to wipe myself and wipe his dick off.
After I finished high school, on his recommendation I joined the Navy. I was on a destroyer and had galley duty. There was this old hand who was the CS and he liked it if I paid special attention to him. He was a man who was used to having a man on his knees before him. It was a special arrangement, as long as I was on my knees, or bent over, we got along fine. If you had asked me then I would have told you he was obnoxious, and I hated it. But the truth is that I enjoyed it, he reminded me of my coach in high school, I was a 'natural'.
After the Navy I took a position as a cook in a 'slop' house near the base in San Diego. I went to work there because it was run by an old salt friend of my CS in the Navy. They, not me, are all cut from the same cloth. It is us, me, that are naturals who suck up to them. That makes for a perfect relationship. Some men like to suck and be on the bottom, and some men want to fuck and be on top. I never had any problem with that arrangement. For me it was 'natural'.
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