Fresno Boy, Learning The Ropes, Manny Trained Me Good

The summer before I went to college I got a job with a moving crew. The driver was Manuel and the other kid with me was Diego. We got jobs in town, usually moving people in and out of apartments. Manuel, we called him Manny, ran the shit show and we did the heavy lifting.

I'm in the bedroom of this apartment and Manny gets behind me and grabs me by the ass with both hands. He speaks to me in Spanish, which we are all supposed to speak but we don't. He asked me if I wanted a kiss. I dropped the bed and he pushed me face down on the bed and got on my back. I know what coger meant because you hear it all your life.

He gets my belt and pants with his hands under me and pulls my pants down. He gets his pants down and he is all over my back with his dick in my crack and when he hits the hole, he shoves himself in. To me he shoves himself in all the way, he fucks until he is done. He gets off and tells me that my ass belongs to him.

All summer long Manny is on me. Why me and not Diego? but it was me he wanted. I sucked his dick and he sucked mine, he kissed me on the mouth, and grabbed my dick in my pants. He fucked me, but I let him and pushed down my pants. I wanted him to fuck me holding onto a dresser, looking at myself in the mirror.

I quit the job when I started college. But I was queer by then, maricon, a mama vergas, a chulon.