This is an account of my first sexual encounter with a man, my boss, when we were 22 and 21.
Cute Boss!
There was this cute boss I had, when I was 22. He was 21, quite a bit smaller than I and smooth of body and operation. He got some of the other guys to take me out and get me high on pot. This was a real watermark for me. Marijuana was almost a dirty word to me.
Well, one night, after work, one guy asked me if I could give him a ride home from work. 1 turned into 4, and when we got in the car, they all lit up. I didn't smoke - not on purpose, anyway. before I realized it I was feeling pretty mellow. It was a blast! I had a very new car, and it was not customized at all, like lowered or anything - in short it wasn't a "bust". Well, needless to say, I liked smoking dope. My wife didn't appreciate it much, and she did NOT like my boss, but could not put her finger on why. He and I and our wives spent a couple days in a beach cabin together, and one afternoon, we came in from the beach and he and I headed for the shower, to get the sand off. I was waiting for him to finish, and he invited me in to the shower. I quickly declined, OF COURSE! This was my boss, for crap sakes!
He then said, "Come on! We're both guys! Come on in!" I thought to myself, "Yeah, we're both guys - that's the problem." But stepped in. He didn't have a boner, but it was bigger, soft, than mine was hard. And bent the wrong way! Nothing happened.
I smoked dope on a very occasional basis. It seemed that most of the guys I worked with were really problem-prone, and tried to stay high most of time they were not working, and some all of the time. I got to know them, and completely understood: Their lives sucked!
One day, my boss came over in the morning. We were working 2nd shift at the time, and my wife was on day shift, so she was gone. I knew he was coming over, and took all of my clothes off, and pretended to be too sleepy to wake up when he rang the door bell. It was unlocked, so he came in and hollered my name. When I didn't answer, he came into the bedroom to find me "sleeping" naked on the bed.
He went out to the kitchen, got a broom, and started to tickle my testicles with it. I was of course completely awake, but pretended to just rub them like it was itching, and turned over, pulling the cover over me at the same time.
He then came over and shook me to wake me. I never ever talked to him about that incident - well not for about 30 years, anyway.
Eventually, the boss and I got together alone to get high. I think that I would have utterly turned him down if I was not high. However, my defenses were definately down. We were pretty loaded, and were watching the TV from the same love seat sized couch - made into a lounger. I can remember that my head has slipped down to his shoulder. He slowly, gently pushed it down to his stomach. His pants sometime got undone, and his gigantic wang was hovering in my face. I wanted SO BAD to take it in, but my pride was still in power, and I would not, unless he did me first.
So you see, I was not opposed to the idea, just wasn't gonna get taken advantage of. So rather than letting my mouth touch it, I grabbed it and started slowly pumping, and then turned up and grinned. I then raised back up into a sitting position, and placed his hand on my own very hard woody. We pumped each other to completion. We only "got together" in this special way once more, and never talked about it until 30-some years later.
The second and last time with the boss
This was at his house. He was by this time separated from his wife. We got high again. By this time I had thought a lot about our first time, and would have done it without the aid of pot, but .... This time I let him enter my anus and it really hurt - I'm sure the pot helped out here - he was able to climax. It was nothing special to me. He would not let me reciprocate, so I was very disappointed.
If this didn't sound very enticing, well - it wasn't all that great. I ached to do more sometime, but we never did
30 years later
2000-11-21 - 17:40:14
This former "boss" (Chris) showed up about 30 years later. We had both moved, and he was able to track me down. In the interim time he had really abused himself with drugs, tobacco and alcohol. After my short stint of doing pot, I stopped. I Never did any liqour or tobacco, either.
He called me one day, out of the blue, at work. He was actually in the area, and wanted to see me. I told my secretary that I was going to be off 1/2 day, and waited for him to arrive at my place of work.
I got the call from the receptionist that someone was in the front office to see me. I am so glad he "warned" me he was coming. As I stepped into the reception area, I saw a man. I would never have recognized him, if he hadn't called. He had gotten old! When he saw me, he remrked, "My God! You haven't changed!"
Of course I HAD changed. I had some smile wrinkles around my eyes, and was somewhat graying at the temples. But by and large I was the same, slim "young" man he had remembered. He had not only aged a LOT, but gained a LOT of weight. Not "FAT" fat, but 50ish overweight. He was actually overly skinny when we were young.
We went outside and hopped into his rental car. As soon as the door was closed I was on him like a shark. No, not physically. I immediately asked him, even before we left the parking lot if he was still attracted to guys. He said no. I then asked him if he ever was intimate with any other guys. The damned liar said, "No, but I am starting to be aroused by you just as before. How about you?"
I had tricked him. I didn't mean to, actually, but as soon as he started talking, I knew he was lying. I suddenly remembered he had told me all those years earlier of a rendezvous with a mutual friend, as well as a threesome he had with his wife and another guy. He forgot that he told me, I guess.
That S.O.B was gonna try to take advantage of me again!
I told him that I was always attracted to young, attractive guys, but was not the least interested in him. This was before I met "Adam". Up to this point, Chris was the only one I had ever been intimate with, and what I did not tell him was that I still thought about about him - only it was his skinny, youthful body I always thought about.
We DID spend the afternoon together, and it WAS fun to reminisce. I told him about my four fantastic children, and my (then) 1 grandson. He then told me about his little boy (grown up now!) who was in the TX State prison, and had AIDS. What a shock. What a legacy he gave to his son with his fast, loose living example!
He since has called me again, and this is about 5 years later still. He is retiring, buying an RV and will be making some old acquaintances. I guess I am just too damned nice, so I will see him somehow, even though my wife won't!
Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.