I Was A Virgin College Kid When I Met Ringo

I worked during the summer at this outdoor furniture store. My job was in the back, not sales. That summer they had hired Ringo. Ringo was a transient type, working from time to time, but he was good with his hands and could assemble furniture. He made me look like I wasn't trying. After closing one night he asked me for a ride because his bike wasn't working. Of course I agreed. He was living in a rented trailer in an old neighborhood, mostly Mexican at that time.

He knew the way and directed me, and after getting to his trailer he asked me if I wanted to come in. Being naive I agreed. Ringo had other ideas. Once inside it was obvious what his ideas were and I tried to leave but he didn't let me. I got cornered and he grabbed my dick real hard and started to kiss me. The more he grabbed the more I started to realize I wasn't leaving there unfucked.

The more he kissed me the easier it got and he had gotten my pants down and I stepped out of them, he took my dick and started to kiss and suck me. With one hand he held my dick and from moment to moment he would sneak his finger and poke my ass. I wasn't myself and I came all over him. He licked me, and turned me facing the other way while he lowered his pants and pushed me forward until I hit the sofa and fell on my hands. He got his dick in me. It felt good and I wanted him to keep fucking at me until he came and pulled out and I felt like something ended before it was completed.

Ringo was the man that summer. I learned how to position myself for him, how to suck him the way he liked, to let him suck me and kiss me all over. I spent a lot of time in that trailer, a lot of it on his unmade bed. When the summer was over and I had to return to school I felt lonely and no matter how much I beat off I could not get over the feeling of being alone. Ringo moved on after school started. I think of Ringo often, even if I am with another man.