When did you first recognize

The morning after my rough experience with Mr. Roy I woke up in the arms of Scott. He was kissing my neck, rubbing my lower back and being so tender, caring and loving if I can be so bold to make that statement. Scott sat up and I positioned my body in front of his, I leaned back into his hairy chest and he continued kissing the back of my neck. He kept reassuring me he was there for me. He had made a pot of coffee and told me I had nothing to fear with him. We entered a deep conversation about what had happened yesterday. I told him I was still angry with myself for being used by Mr. Roy. He kissed me and told me that we didn’t have to discuss this if I didn’t want to. I told Scott I was done. I would quit my part time job and never step foot again in the tire shop.

Scott then looked in my eyes holding my hands in his. He started telling me about a conversation he had Last night over the phone with Mr. Roy. While I was sleeping Mr. Roy called and explained everything. When I broke down in the truck Mr. Roy was furious that he received a phone call from Keith. Apparently Keith worked for Mr. Roy at one time. Leaned the business and when he left and started his own garage Mr. Roy was angry. The bottom line Keith never responded to Mr. Roy’s advances, several attempts of getting Keith in bed. Keep in mind, during 1970-1974 not many men were openly gay in East Tennessee. Mr. Roy set all of this in play by telling Keith to use me and dump his cum in my ass. Plug my hold with his handkerchief. The bottom line my ass was used as a means of Mr. Roy finally getting to eat Keith’s cum on way or another. Scott kept rubbing my shoulders and told me Mr. Roy was a nasty bastard and one way or another Scott promised he would take care of me.

After fixing my coffee Scott went to his bathroom and prepared me a bath. He undressed me and put me in the tub. He was so loving, tender and caring. He washed me. He sat on the back of the tub and washed me. I turned around and wanted to suck his fat cock. He immediately stopped me and said he didn’t want sex. I stood up out of the tub and told him...I don’t want sex either...I want to make love to the man who has proven to a seventeen year old what a real man does to treat me like gold. After we dried off with a towel we went to bed. Scott showed me what it was like to be cared about. I felt...this can be enough right now. It was no longer having fun or another adventure of being with a man. I was definitely falling in love. The truth was....I knew that was what I wanted ....I was just going about it the wrong way. After we got dressed we went to a local Waffle House and ate. He took me to pick up my truck. He followed me home. We went into my house and my mom tried to feed us, but Scott told her he had already fed me. We went back to my bedroom. Scott shut the door. He opened my underwear-sock drawer. I was surprised what he was doing. He went through my drawer and collected all my jockstraps. I asked him what the hell he was doing. He looked me dead in the eye and asked, are there any more jocks that I had worn to work that Mr. Roy had touched. I shook my head no. Next, he took off his boots, removed his jeans and I just looked as he took off his jockstrap. He told me to undress. He proceeded to take his jock...knelt in front of me as I stepped in to his jock. He cupped my balls and adjusted the pouch. He ran his fingers around the straps and tenderly touch my ass cheeks.

Scott asked me for a bag, etc...I went down the hall into the kitchen and asked my mom for a brown paper bag. We put all my old jockstraps in the bag. We drove back to his cabin and he built a fire in his fireplace and he burned each of the jockstraps. I spent the rest of the day with him. He made burgers for dinner. I really didn’t want to leave. Scott drove me home. We went back to my room and he kissed me several times. I really needed to kiss his cock. He hugged me and said I have a favor to ask...I said anything. He asked me to sleep in his jockstrap. I hugged him and kissed him passionately. I’m definitely falling hard for this man. Before I went to bed I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water. My dad looked at me and just smiled. I asked what? My dad gave me a hug and kissed me on the forehead. I went to bed...touched my cock through Scott’s jock. It’s an awesome feeling wearing his jock as I fall asleep.