As I rest on my knees sucking an average size cock, I contemplate how I could have ended up here in a cheap motel submitting to an older man...
My story begins three years ago when I reached the age of eighteen. It was a happy time to be sure. I had just graduated from high school with plans to continue my education in the Fall. In the meantime, I had secured a part time job working in a local hardware store stocking shelves and making deliveries using the store van. I liked the job but was a bit intimidated by the manager, Mr. Anderson, an older man. He made crude sexual jokes, especially concerning man to man sex. I did not want to lose my job so I played along with his comments. One evening, at the end of the store hours, he took me to the back to take inventory. We worked a few hours and were finally ready to close up when he held my shoulder and spoke.
"Listen up boy. I like you and you are a good worker but you could be making so much more money by using your natural skills."
"Sir, I'm not sure what you mean."
"I know that you are gay. The way you dress and the way you move. So feminine, so accept it." As he said this, I protested but not too much. The reality was that I was conflicted as to my sexuality. Apparently it was obvious to this man, my manager.
He pulled me closer to him. He reached around my waist and squeezed by butt cheeks. Rather than complain, I moved even closer to him. Now he held my chin and moved his fingers in my mouth.
"I knew it. Now suck on my fingers right now until you have something bigger in your mouth." I became a willing slave to my desire. He pushed me down to my knees and unzipped his pants.
"You know now that you are a faggot. Reach in and pull out my cock. First pull down my pants." I did as he requested. As I reached for his cock, he stopped me. "Before I let you suck my cock, I need to know that you now belong to me." I looked up at him and he slapped my face several times. I probably could have beat him up if I wanted to but for some strange reason, I chose not to but instead accepted that he was now in control of my mind and body.
"Sir, may I suck your cock?" He smirked as I said this and nodded his permission. This was the first time that I sucked a cock or even did anything that would be considered gay. As my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I realized that he was right. I was meant to be dominated by a man, any man and I looked forward to experimenting with my new found skill. As I sucked, he pushed my head forward so that I reached to its root with my chin touching his ball sac and my nose resting against his stomach.