This goes back to when I was still young, unattached, looking for something, not knowing what. I was in between semesters and I took a job working for a DOT company, highway signalman. We were out on a stretch of highway, a two lane road in a mountainous part of the state repairing a washed out shoulder after a heavy rain. I was stationed about half a mile back, to hold cars until the radio told me to let them pass. I wasn't bored, it was an important job.
The team leader, John, was thirty five and heavy set with a hairy body, I could tell. He looked at me funny, followed me around with his eyes. Made me feel uncomfortable the way he looked at me, the tone he used when talking to me. When we got back to the yard he more or less pushed me aside until he was able to speak to me. Are you gay? I said no. He said, I bet you are. How would you like to be gay, let's get a beer after we get things put away. I confirm here and now that I was scared, scared in a way I never was. Not scared of being hurt, scared of being gay.
John took me to this bar, it was a bar, with a great big porch where the construction types hung out. The waiters were all skinny guys, 'walked funny', John said it was because they got a big fat honkin' cock up their ass. What's your pleasure, he asked me. I thought he was asking about sex, but he wanted to know what I wanted to drink. John went on about how he grew up in the hills of West Virginia where men were men and the boys ran wild. Once you've been trapped and stripped down you won't believe what you like. A nice big fat kiss, a man grabbing your nuts. Guarantee you, once you suck a man off, you're a cocksucker for life. Do you want a kiss? He asked me.
Being kissed by a big construction man in an open porch in front of other men scares you. But no one cared. This was a bar where the men were men and the boys ran scared. Come here and let me kiss those pretty lips of yours. Stop acting like it's some thing from the zombie world, you're as gay as they come. Now come here and let me kiss you. And he did.
Inside I wasn't so calm as I may have appeared on the outside. The whole thing upset me, being kissed like I was some teenage girl. Having a man put his arm around me like that. Showing off to his friends that he landed a lay for the night. I had no doubt I was going to be fucked. And I was right. But still out there at the bar, after the sun set and couple of guys showed up with guitars and played for the crowd. Some boys got up to dance, the waiters stood and watched. From time to time a waiter got his ass smacked, but he never flinched. it was part of the job. Tips, that's what it was all about. Where did all these men come from. These men that had boys to kiss and hug. Really if I was honest with myself there were maybe a dozen men, and a few boys. I was one of them, but a man already had me in his grasp. I was going to be gay by morning.
It got dark and John ordered for us. We had the day special, prime rib with baked potato. We ate in silence, and he asked me out of the blue. Now seriously, your gay but you've never gone out? I didn't agree with him that I was gay, I did agree with him that I had never done anything like this before. This was my first gay bar. John told me he was going to fuck me gentle, since I was being broken in. It'll feel good after a moment, but at first you'll feel weird. But once you've got a cock inside you'll never go back, guaranteed. Then, here come here, let me kiss you. And he kissed me in long kiss with his arm around my neck. You're going to be a good boy tonight.
Having my pants pulled down, my dick exposed like that, was just as scary as the rest. He kissed my dick, he fondled my dick into getting hard, he sucked my dick, before turning me around to 'kiss my ass', his hot tongue stuck up between my cheeks. Bend over he told me, and with that I felt a long lick of my ass. There's nothing better than a working man's ass he told me. It's a lot like eating pussy, at first it's hard to get started, but kissing ass is just one of those things that makes sense, and he kissed my ass and jerked my dick with his hand. Let's get all naked, let's get close, man to man.
He had a hairy chest, and hairy arms and legs and a hairy ass. He kissed me in his arms, held my dick in his hand. Rubbed his dick against mine, rubbed his dick against my legs. Give me some loving he said, suck my dick boy, show me what you can do. I have to confess that holding his dick in my hand, sucking his dick was something I liked. I sucked his dick until he told me to stop. He got up, swinging his hard dick as he walked, went to his traveling bag and came back and rubbed this stuff up my ass. You need to get lubed up he said, and he lubed me and fingered me and asked me if I liked it. Wait till you get a hot cock up your ass, you'll be gay in a New York second.
It felt good from the start, he started with me with my butt in the air so he could get the right angle going. After he had me he had me lay down and he fucked me until with a long breath he came in my ass. As he sat on his knees behind me, he opened my cheeks to see the cum slip out. Then he licked my ass again. Before we went to the showers. Now you are one gay little mother fucker. What do you think? Like it?
Yes I did.
