Reply: Gay from the start, still gay at seventy

I didn't make it in to college.  I had a job working at a filling station but my mom insisted I do something better. A man came by, a traveling salesman, and he sold us a package to a school where you could learn to be a dispatcher for the trucking business. In retrospect, a scam, but at the time it was something better than being a gas station attendant. My mother signed me up and sent me off to St. Louis. First time away from home, in a dormitory setting, other dumb kids like me. No women, all guys. 

I had never been around so many guys in close quarters. Where I grew up it was a small place and there wasn't this guy culture. My roommate, we had bunkbeds and he slept below me, was Carlos from Cincinnati. Carlos got his thing out, and stroked it and stood there showing off and asked me to get off my bed and come suck him. I wasn't going to do that, but I also could not keep my eyes off his hard thing in his hand. Carlos got impatient and told me to get over there.  He put me on my knees, I suppose that's the proper position to admire and worship a man, and he put his hard thing against my lips until I opened them.

Every day of the six week course I sucked Carlos and I let him get on me and fuck me. It wasn't so much that Carlos was in the mood, I was. Of course I was gay and didn't know it, but so was Carlos and he swore he wasn't. The guy with the thing, isn't the gay one, it's the one offering up his mouth and hole that is gay. I accepted that, I was so far gone it didn't matter. After we all got, and everyone there got a certificate, that we had been trained in dispatching, and I left for home I missed Carlos. Missed in the real sense. Missed enough that I went into depression.

Needless to say I was never hired by a trucking company to be a dispatcher and I went on to an illustrious  career as tire salesman, eventually owning my own truck tire store in Arizona.  But I remembered Carlos, every time I man came around that needed his cock sucked, or even better a man that wanted to add a notch to his cock and fuck me. I still get that feeling deep in my soul when I hold a cock in my hand.

Now to those souls out there who want to know what kind of gay guy sells truck tires. A gay guy who appreciates a trucker. A man with a cock that needs sucking, a man who needs to unwind on top of another man. I never went without, and made sure my customers went home with their balls empty.