I enjoy getting together with my friend Alton

In my late teens I had more and more trouble living at home. My father, an alcoholic and workaholic, wanted me to get a meaningful job and forget about college. My mother, a pleaser with no backbone agreed with whatever he said. I had the habit of sneaking out the back and walking the streets at night, going nowhere. One of those nights a cop car pulled up and questioned me about walking around in that neighborhood (a complaint had been given).

He drove me home and told me that anytime I needed some ** to work out my feelings, to give him a call and he would be glad to service me. Before he let me out of the car, he bent my head down to his lap and forced me to kiss his ** goodnight.

I was too scared to go out walking and spent the nights awake until one night I called him. He said he was working the evening shift and was off at midnight and he would meet me by the basketball courts of the city park, to stay in the dark out of the lights, he would flash his parking lights and for me to walk over.

He waited for me, forced me to kiss his ** as a greeting, took my ** out of my pants and sucked me until I came, then told me to turn around and lower my pants and he ** me. That's how I became his **, did things for him. I sucked his ** to completion, lowered my pants when he wanted me and I let him ** me all he wanted. He talked me into going to community college and getting some hours, he told me that the world didn't treat kids with out any schooling fairly. I wasn't in my father's generation.

I grew up with him, in the sense that i realized that I was gay as ** and loved having ** with him and loved ** more than anything. I work now as an orderly in a hospital for disabled veterans. I ** ** all the time, my friend Alton is also an orderly and he ** my ** at his place. I don't know if I'm in love with him or if it's pure ** that drives me, but getting naked with him and sucking and ** is what makes me happy.