Reliving the day that Throbbin Nobbin showed me he was the man

This goes back to before Throbbin Nobbin showed me why he was the man. But memories are nice to go back to, when you're facing chores that need to get done.

I left home after high school and worked here and there in odd jobs. I got a room at the Carlton, a run down hotel where you could rent a room by the week and keep a hotplate and washout your dishes in the bathroom sink. I was a stock clerk at the local Piggly Wiggly when Throbbin Nobbin came around. He asked me to get him some stuff from back in the backroom, and followed me in.

It made me uncomfortable, customers weren't allowed back there. But Throbbin Nobbin wasn't taking directions from me. He pushed me up against the wall and stuck his hand down my pants. "I like this" he said and unzipped me and was sucking me right then and there. He stopped after a few minutes and said I had a nice dick and wanted to know if I had a nice ass to go with it. He pushed my pants down, and turned me against the wall. The next thing I know he's got his dick up against me.

"Now don't squeal" he told me and with that he broke thru and showed me he as the man. I didn't squeal, I made all kinds of other noises. Some were of embarrassment, some were shear pleasure, and some were outright noises of pain as he shoved it in and out. He lasted a good while for an old man, and I walked out of the stock room with a sore butthole and Throbbin Nobbin with a new boyfriend.

Ok, his name isn't Throbbin Nobbin, that's the name I gave him. When he is fully jacked up and nothing is going to stop him, his scar on his temple gets big and red and looks like its alive. He got me a job working at the country club, keeping track of the golf carts. Down there, in the dressing rooms, it can get dark and lonely, Throbbin Nobbin waves his finer at me to meet him down there. I give him a really good blowjob and then turn and face the wall and he takes his time stuffing me with his cock.

I really didn't know when I left home that I would like it that much. I imagine it's always been like this, first you don't talk about it, then you get scared about it, and the next thing you know you're sucking off Throbbin Nobbin because you like it

By Anonymous

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