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My queer stories of when I left home
I had issues growing up and finished high school late. My parents couldn't afford college so I went to work at hotel in maintenance. My boss was Mr. Herrod, a balding, heavy man with a beer belly. He liked young guys. And he liked me.
He had me leaning against the urinal, my legs spread and his cock inside my ass. He was wheezing and coughing as he fucked. I felt him lose his balance and pull out, when I turned he was on the floor trying to catch his breath. I pulled my pants up and went up to the front desk where they had a telephone and the front desk called an ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived he was no longer, half naked on the bathroom floor in the basement. I got fired.
I got a job working at a bar, cleaning tables and general work behind the bar. The bartender was named Jason, I remember. Jason would grab my dick in my pants and slap me hard on the ass. One night, in the bathroom he kissed me and told me he was going to fuck me. I let Jason fuck me, he had a real hard dick and his mustache tickled when he kissed me. I sucked his dick and all the other things the boy queer does for the man queer. I liked getting fucked by him, he was strong and had a real hard dick.
My next job was working nights after eleven at a Waffle House. The cook was named Alberto and he caught me checking out the bulge in his pants. I got down like a good boy and sucked his dick in the stock room. Alberto was a dirty queer and he was married, he just liked it on the side. He wouldn't kiss me which told me he really didn't like me, he just wanted blowjobs.
I went back to Jason and begged for my job back and promised him I'd do all the housework if he let me live with him. I fucked and sucked and cleaned and cooked and was an all around boyfriend. Jason liked me in the way that one queer likes another queer and he always kissed me when he fucked me. I kept the place pretty nice, I was proud of it, and always folded his clothes real nice before putting them away. The laundromat was down the street in the strip shopping center.
Well that's enough for now, I was 19 during that time.
Well you're a good little sissy aren't you? I'd love a house girl like you to have around!