I went to work at my first job as a busboy in a five-star restaurant. It was owned by a couple who had been together by then from roughly the time I was born. They traveled to Mexico, and had adopted a son from Mazatlan who was a talented chef.
Few gay men came in, as the owners really did not like their behavior in general. One day when a group of five gay guys came in, the bartender (I was a barkeep) did not want to deal with them at all. This left me front and center. That night I drove down the pass trying to find the camper they drove to the restaurant, for me not the most obvious choice except for the chance to have sex with someone, or so I thought. Nothing... I never found them.
Later the chef asked me to go with them for a drink after work. He then invited me to a porn theater, where during the hottest scene, I felt a hand on my leg. I froze, but did not move it. The sensation was nice, and I did not know what to do. I just kept watching the nice cock on the guy fucking a girl in the hay on screen. He fondled my hard cock, and moved my hand to his, which I allowed but really did not fancy.
On the drive home, he stopped the car. He pulled my pants down and sucked me for two seconds, then insisted I suck his. It was not all that bad. But he had me in a position where I could not move well, and fucked me. I did not forcefully resist as I was curious. Within seconds I told him no, pull out. He did not. Afterward, I was angry, and stopped talking to him at work. A hemorrhoid appeared, and in my ignorance, I tried cutting it off with a razor blade. Let me tell you, that tissue is resistant. Thank God.
Few gay men came in, as the owners really did not like their behavior in general. One day when a group of five gay guys came in, the bartender (I was a barkeep) did not want to deal with them at all. This left me front and center. That night I drove down the pass trying to find the camper they drove to the restaurant, for me not the most obvious choice except for the chance to have sex with someone, or so I thought. Nothing... I never found them.
Later the chef asked me to go with them for a drink after work. He then invited me to a porn theater, where during the hottest scene, I felt a hand on my leg. I froze, but did not move it. The sensation was nice, and I did not know what to do. I just kept watching the nice cock on the guy fucking a girl in the hay on screen. He fondled my hard cock, and moved my hand to his, which I allowed but really did not fancy.
On the drive home, he stopped the car. He pulled my pants down and sucked me for two seconds, then insisted I suck his. It was not all that bad. But he had me in a position where I could not move well, and fucked me. I did not forcefully resist as I was curious. Within seconds I told him no, pull out. He did not. Afterward, I was angry, and stopped talking to him at work. A hemorrhoid appeared, and in my ignorance, I tried cutting it off with a razor blade. Let me tell you, that tissue is resistant. Thank God.
