My gay summer

All my growing up years we went to the beach, same beach and spent two weeks. During college my parents took an assignment in Madrid and that summer they stayed in Europe which for me meant I would miss the beach. I decided that I would look for a job that summer and I got a job at the pizza parlor at the beach where we spent our summers. The owner helped me line up rental trailer for the summer.

The trailer was owned by Gus, a retired military who owned several rentals and lived and managed the trailer park. Gus was a man with a deep tan, salt and pepper beard, a Mr. fixit, and all around beach ** type. And as I found out attracted to me. Young college types replaced young enlisted soldiers on his list.

He came over, had a beer in his hand and another which he offered me. He sized me up. I could feel it. Said something about being back when I got off work. I went to work not thinking about it, it was only after I got back to the trailer and heard the knock that I remembered. Gus was short on words, long on action. It finally crossed my mind that I wasn't getting out of it.

Once in his hands I got that feeling, aroused from his hands all over me, I let him lay me back on the pull out couch. His hand felt hot on my ** as he worked to get me hard, his mouth and tongue working my ** into an **. The rest was as expected, his ** in my hand, in my mouth, and in my **. When he finished with me I was gay. And stayed gay for the rest of the summer, looking forward to Gus when it was dark, and he came over after work.

My parents felt bad for me, working a pizza job instead of traveling around Europe. And me on the other side of the ocean discovering my gay side with Gus who made it easy.

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