The night I got my first gay lesson

A dirty night. I was eighteen and going to college in the fall. I worked nights at the mall, at one of the food services in the food court. My job included cleaning up so I got off around ten. I got picked up by my mother, or brother when I got off. That night I cleaned up with a new cook named Alberto. He was from El Salvador and he grabbed my crotch and didn’t let go. He pushed up against me and held me tight, kissing my face, and lips. He whispered nasty things to me. Somehow while he was kissing me he got my zipper down and had his hand inside my pants and I was hard from him grabbing me. Keeping me shoved up against the wall he bent over to suck me. He grabbed my hard dick and kissed me on the mouth and told me that he wanted me to bend over.

I don’t know what he used, it smelled like mayonnaise, he fingered me deep with his finger and then stuck his dick in me. While he was fucking me he told me to say words to him in Spanish. All of them about how much I liked it, and how I wanted him to fuck me. After he was done and used my shirt to wipe himself, he grabbed me and kissed me for about ten minutes. I kept looking at the clock because I had to leave to be picked up.

He let me go and said he would clean up, but I had to promise to let him kiss me and tomorrow I would suck him. By the time I went to college in the fall I was completely broken in as a gay sissy.

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