I was drawn into the gay world when I was still in school. He was the man who owned the art store where I bought art supplies. He asked me one day to step into the back of the store because he wanted to show me something. It was a piece of art, pretty big, of himself totally nude. He had a drop of precum on the point of his dick. He took my finger and put it exactly there on the painting. He said that he felt I would enjoy having a man show me around.
He helped me get my pants down and he spent a few minutes admiring my dick, and my behind. He told me I would make a great fuck. So smooth, and I had a tight asshole too. He kissed my dick, before standing to undo his pants. He let his pants down and asked me to kiss his dick. He turned me around, and had me lean on this table, and he slapped my butt with his dick. After a minute or two his dick was hard.
He used something to finger me with, before he inserted his dick in me. I stood thinking about nothing, just enjoying the moment. He accomplished complete penetration and after thrusting several times he announced he was going to cum, and he did. I was now a queer, gay.
Over these forty years I have always remembered that day. My day. The day I knew for sure that I liked dick. He gave me an afternoon job at his shop, he liked me either in nothing but my briefs, or wearing an apron with nothing else on.
