Twenty-five years later

I knew at the young age of fourteen I liked men… .not boys, but grown, handsome men. Men in power or control. Teachers, coaches, and more specifically… .my band director. In fact, Mr. Shook, my band director was the first real man who gave in and unleashed his fat cock out of his trousers and I enjoyed him fucking my face. Whenever the opportunity was available… he ate my ass and stuff my pussy with his uncut cock.

After high school I decided I needed a job. I got up one Monday morning and started visiting local shops, etc… .I put in applications at Krogers, an automated car wash, and my luck of the draw was at a local pizzeria. I had hung out there many Saturday nights in a corner booth with friends. I had seen the owner jump in and run the cash register, bus tables and refill drinks.

This particular day the shop had just opened and when I approached the counter and asked about any openings… .the man smiled at me… .and said, are you Available now? Hell… this man was dark olive skin, six foot four… .muscular and a full head of dark hair. He took my hand and shook it with both of this hands. Interesting… his grip was strong. He said. Follow me… we went in the back room and he looked me over… .said, I think a medium shirt works. Told me to remove my Jethro Tull Aqualung t-shirt.

He helped me slip the work shirt on… .Candlelight Pizza. That day I washed dishes, folded pizza boxes, sort fresh foods in the walk in cooler.

it was a slow day so I got all his attention . He was about 45 years old. I was ready to turn 19. He had a family… wife was a nurse who they juggled different schedules. About an hour later I told him… I needed to call home. He showed me his office. I called my mom and told her I got hired on spot. I rode my bike so it would be fine to ride home later in the day.

Albert… .the owner told me to get my bike and roll it around the ally and bring it on the loading dock. He got in his storage bin and chained up my bike. Told me with this being a college town he didn’t want anyone to steal it.

About seven o’clock the assistant manager told him… .go home… I’ll close up. Albert offered to load my bike and give me a ride home. He had a nice pick up truck. It was awesome just being in his truck cab so close to him.

My dad came out to the carport and met Albert. Thanked him for giving me a ride home, etc… I was ready to go inside when out of the blue… .I hugged my new boss and thanked him for the opportunity to work. He gave me a bear hug and told me we were going to have an amazing summer. Most days I worked evenings from 4 o’clock to closing. The assistant manager worked mornings and he left around 5 p.m. Including myself there were three other people working and of course Albert. We closed at nine o’clock during weekdays and eleven o’clock on Friday and Saturday nights.

One Friday night it was pouring rain. There was no way I could ride my bike in those conditions. Everyone left for the evening and it was just me and Albert. I took the trash out and when I returned from the dumpster… I was soaked. Albert told me to get out of those wet clothes. The pizza oven was warm so wet sat there… .here I was in my low rise Jockey briefs… .like the style almost like a speedo. Albert returned from his office and had a bottle of Johnnie Walker Scotch. The smell and the taste was all new to me. Albert understood I was a novice but he was very passionate about sharing with me a good drink.

As we waited for my jeans to dry… .My boss said to me… .Ray, you know I like about you? I just lowered my head and said… no sir, what? He told me the evening he took me home and I hugged him and thanked him for hiring me. Next… he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. His lips tasted like mine… .the smooth scotch. What a phenomenal kiss. He was tender, passionate and as I opened my mouth… his tongue explored my lips. Holy smokes… .this man knew how to kiss. He rubbed his hand over my briefs… .he never pulled them down… .but within minutes I shot my load inside my underwear. He had me to stand up. He reached inside my briefs and used his finger to scoop up my cum. He fed it to me and we kissed again. At that moment I was in love, lust or something else.

After the rain slacked off he gave me a ride home. I got in the shower, but before that I sucked on the crotch of my underwear craving that taste of cum. 

That summer we stole every opportunity we could to hook up. I knew he was married but I decided I’d take whatever I could get. One night he took me to their home. His wife was working at the hospital. We were naked in his pool. The next thing I knew I heard his wife screaming and crying. I jumped out of the pool, grabbed my clothes and took off running. I was so embarrassed, ashamed and angry at the same time. Why would Albert put me in such a situation?

The next day I finally told my parents. My mom was quiet and didn’t say much. My dad on the other hand… was angry. He wanted to go see Albert and punch his face in. My parents knew I was gay. My dad had a good army buddy who came out after returning home from Vietnam. In fact… .a week later my dad dropped me off outside of Asheville in a small college town. His army buddy was the maintenance director at Brevard College. I enrolled in classes that fall. Got my degree and enjoyed my living arrangements with Rich, my dads army friend. Rick taught me a great deal about life, relationships and not being so eager to give up my heart and my emotions to older, powerful men.

  I never returned home to visit for more than a day or two. My family never discussed Albert … my dad knew Rick was good for me at that point.

July of 2001 Rick came to my office. I was director of communications for a major bank in Asheville. My dad had passed away due to a freak accident on the farm. The tractor rolled over on him. My mom had passed five years earlier. My dad was so damn independent. He said he would work his land until the day he died.

Three days later we were at the receiving and of course you see folks you never see. I looked up and in the back of the line was Albert. Ever since I moved away as a nineteen year old kid I had never seen him in person. Rick came to me… .asked if I wanted to request him to leave. I maintained my composure and said it was fine. Albert even though he was older was very handsome. We chatted… it was cordial. We agreed to meet in a couple of days to talk.

At that time I learned his wife divorced him. He never remarried and after my mom passed Albert would stop by the house and drop off my dad a Canadian bacon pizza every Monday. My dad was always bragging on me… my success with the bank. I was proud to tell Albert I was in a long term relationship. He was a college professor at UNC Asheville.

Twenty five years later I still recall that kiss and the drink of scotch.