I'm married now, and live the proverbial married life, wife and three daughters, suburbs like I grew up in, management rank, make decent money. He was the man who introduced me to what has been since then my secret side. Sold his business and moved to the Northwest. He retired from his practice of Chiropractic. So at work it is yes sir and no sir, and when I see him after work, in the dark at night, under the covers, I hold and suck his 'cock' and he gets all over me and fucks me like the queer that I am. During the shutdowns he and I played house, I stayed at his place most of the time, but now we have to be careful, he is a Director and his is a position of responsibility. We are back in the office, at first it was our choice, but now it's everyone back to their cubicle. That's how a queer should be fucked, IMHO. He fucks me face to face, or on my stomach with a pillow under my hips, which is my preferred position. I loved his 'cock', he has an amazing penis, like Raj his penis is the penis of a real man, it feels good in my hand, I make a fist around it and hold it while I suck him, sometimes he comes, sometimes he wants to get aroused and I lay beneath him and he fucks me. I fell hard for him and loved being his partner, a very experienced lover he was patient enough to teach me and he made love to me, as in made love, and I learned that the one making love expects you to be receptive and let his hands do the work and you follow his lead. I met a man there, he reminded me of Raj from Macy's, an older man to me, in his mid forties, dark skinned from Louisiana, heavy beard, strong hands for an auditor, and a definite personality. Later on, I studied Accounting and work for a large Insurance company. I worshipped him, and was his boyfriend for a couple of years until it just flamed out. He had it figured out, he was going to be the next Bruce Springsteen, except he was gay, He wore tight pants on stage, he liked showing off his 'cock'. He is also the first guy I kissed with, made out. He was in a band and had an on fire desire to fuck. I got into my first formal relationship with Gregg from Altuna, Pennsylvania. He's turned out to be a frustrated top, I still know him and he's married and works at a bank and sneaks around picking up high school and college freshman where they hang out. He was offended and called me a queer, and he laid back and let me suck his penis and when I lay naked on my stomach on my bed he asked what I wanted, I only had to say 'you know' and he said something like 'oh fuck' and he got on my back and together we got his penis inside and he did a lousy job. Later on, like when I was a freshman in college, I saw my dormmate masturbating, and I felt the urge to suck him. It' still the best after school job I ever had. And I loved it and went to the back door of Macy's and knocked after I got off of work and he let me in. This was a penis, not those jokes of penises at school. I never knew if he was prematurely gray because he always got a very hard erection. His dark penis, uncut, salt and pepper pubes, wrinkly balls, I knew every inch of his penis both from sucking him and the feeling of his penis in my rectum. Little did I know that I would lose my virginity to him in the storage room behind the women's shoes after hours. He was older than my father, white hair, and when he smiled at me he had crooked teeth. The Indian shoe salesman in the women's shoes at Macy's came by to talk to me and buy a smoothy and complimented me on how good a job I did. I got a job after I turned 16 working in the mall at the Jamba Juice Bar.
I didn't like him anyway, he was gay but he would go to New York and be a dancer on Broadway. Chris was a boy a couple of grades below us. Among the boys they talked about gays and how they thought that Chris was gay because he was so 'pretty', he looked like a girl.
In the town I grew up in there wasn't an active gay scene or any kind. You dream of sucking your friend's penis for your first wet dream, later you dream of your coach sticking it up your ass. When he is talking to you all you want is for him to kiss you.
You can't keep your eyes off the coaches penis when he showers with you and you like how he looks at your penis and ass. You know, you like that boy in the sixth grade, you want to see another boy's penis in the bathroom, in Junior High you really like being naked with those other boys after track. I think most everyone that is gay has those feelings when their young.