I worked downtown as a shipping clerk. The logistics department was in the basement. The janitorial department was in the basement. That’s where I met Carl. He was originally from Denmark, came over in his twenties on a ship and stayed. Carl liked me. He liked me in the way one man likes another man.
Carl loaned me some Danish magazines, of men. He asked me if I liked them. He loaned me a VHS tape. Of men with men. He asked me if I liked it. He invited me to his apartment. He had a full size photograph of himself in the merchant marines. He also had a full size photograph of himself naked. Did I like it.
I was uneducated, immature really, not wise at all. I liked being with him, and the magazines, VHS tape, and his naked picture, I liked that too. When he offered to make me feel good with his hand and his mouth, I liked that too. Being completely naked was good, seeing him naked was good. I tried kissing him, and held his cock when he kissed me. I did what the young man did in the movie when the old bank man got behind him. I peed a little, but it wasn’t really pee, when Carl showed me what I would like best.
Anyway, I was 19 then, Carl was a lot older. Today I’m ‘Carl’ and I have a young boyfriend. He likes magazines, and videos on the internet, and getting naked and I take my time with him, when he lets me get behind him.
