Rights of passage I was told later, rights of passage

After school was over I had to get a job and support myself. My parents helped me a little but after setting me up in this rented trailer the funds were cut off. I worked as a butcher's assistant at the local Piggly Wiggly. I had this apron I wore, all covered in blood. And one day when I caught the bus back to the trailer this woman screamed at the apron in my hand. You wouldn't believe the commotion, as far as everyone thought, I was a serial killer.

It upset me something terrible, it took a while to calm people down. I'm an apprentice butcher, but it was hard to get that across. I sat on the bus fuming and this man came and sat beside me and asked me if I was alright. He put his arm around the back of the seat and talked to me real nice and rubbed my knee with his other hand. I hate to say this, that that afternoon I was red meat.

He convinced me to get off at his stop and I went with him to his apartment, in a four story building he had an apartment on the third floor. He tossed me a beer and came over, he stood in front of me and said he wanted a kiss. The next thing I know he has me in an embrace and he's kissing me like a girl, he has his hand grinding my crotch. He gets my shirt open and sucks on my nipples, gets my pants down and sucks my dick, which up that moment had never been touched by anyone other than my mother.

I was hard, so hard and he sucked me hard and long, and jerked on my dick, waiting to catch my cum when I ejaculated. He licked it up, licked off my dick like an ice cream cone, then stood up and let his dick out, to me a great big hairy thing. He had me bend over the back the couch, with my knees on the cushion, he licked my ass for a while before getting behind me and stuffing his dick right in me.

I went home with out my self respect or the apron. I don't remember if I left it on the bus or at his apartment. The next day at work the butcher told me that I had to buy the next one, being careless with company property wasn't looked on favorably. I never saw the man again, and from then on I took the apron home in a paper bag to wash it.

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