Let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan and i am 20 years old.
Looks-wise, i am 5 11 tall, thin build, wavy brown hair, blue eyes and those reading this story will want to know that I have a 7" uncut cock with shaved pubes.
I am just an ordinary English guy, that has had to battle with his sexuality for several years, before finally coming out to my parents that I was gay, two years ago.
To be fair, they have been both accepting and supportive, even allowing a then boyfriend to stay overnight and in my bed too.
In my final year at high school, I was working hard to get the qualifications I needed for university. I wanted to be a veterinary surgeon and my parents were pleased with my aspirations as they had country roots.
I obtained the necessary and obtained a place at the Royal School in Edinburgh, commonly known as the 'Dick vet' after its founder. My dad even joked I only wanted to go there was because of the name, a comment for which my mum scolded him.
A course to become a vet takes 5 years and so I needed to find accommodation and a part-time job to make ends meet.
My dad helped on the accommodation front, as he got in touch with an old friend, who ran a bar in Edinburgh. This friend, Ricky, was ages with my dad and had both served briefly in the RAF.
The bar he ran, had a couple of flats above it, with separate access and because it was not the normal type of student flat, it was a bit cheaper.
I eagerly took up the offer and packed my bags, my dad driving me to the station, my mum weeping the kitchen as her 'baby' left the nest.
My dad told me Ricky was a divorcee and what with having the bar, had been on his own for five years. He warned me not to take a troupe of guys back to my flat and to show a little respect.
Ricky was gracious enough to meet me at the station. He was only just taller than myself, with short sandy coloured hair and green eyes. For a guy in his mid 40's, he had a good body and as I regularly did with guys, I wondered what his cock was like?
I got a good idea of it, as I could see a fair outline in his slacks.
Typical, just off the train and horny for cock!
Ricky took me back to my new flat in his white BMW and we chatted aimlessly.
The flat had a side door leading to a staircase to the flat above and when I entered I was pleasantly surprised. It was clean and tidy and didn't smell like a brewery.
"Okay Ryan, I'll let you get settled in. You don't start until 5pm." He casually stated.
"Start what?" I was genuinely clueless.
"Behind the bar of course."
I looked dumbfounded.
"The old fox hasn't told you, has he?" Ricky was shaking his head.
"The flat and the job go together, son, your dad knew that."
Indeed he did and he knew I wouldn't have taken it up, had I known. Ah well, I was here now.
"There's no uniform don't worry and I'll only put you on until 9pm until you settle in."
"That's so kind of you." I laughed sarcastically.
"You'll thank your dad one day. I'm sure." said Ricky, not sounding overly convincing.
I had barely spent an hour in my new abode, when it became clear the heating wasn't working. I alerted Ricky straight away and to his credit, he was right on to the company that serviced the hot water boiler. However, they were already booked out and the earliest estimate would be 10am the next day.
"Look Ryan, I'm really sorry about this. The place will feel like the Arctic tonight. And there's no point staying in the other flat, that' frozen too."
"I've slept in worse conditions in my time." I replied, thinking back to outdoor concert weekends.
Then Ricky brightened, as if a light bulb had gone on in his head.
"How about you staying at my place for the night? The spare room even has a double bed."
Although I knew it was an innocent remark, I felt like teasing him.
"Oh Ricky, I don't normally go to bed with someone the first night."
Ricky's eyes widened as he realised what he'd said.
"Oh, I didn't mean that, I just meant it would be comfortable. Don't think I'm trying to take advantage of you just because you're gay."
So dad had told him that as well. At least I knew I wouldn't be having an awkward conversation with him down the line.
I tried to lighten the moment with a laugh and a flirt.
"No offence taken, Ricky, I would be more than happy to stay in your spare room, in that double bed...........but why aren't you using your main room!"
Ricky looked horrified, then realised I was pulling his leg.
It was a typical Tuesday in an Edinburgh local bar. You would find more life in the cemetery down the road. Still, the time passed quickly, as I learned little things about what may be my trade for the next 5 years. I met Jess, the barmaid, who was in her late 30's and looked like she'd been round the block a few times. Short with a dyed blonde ponytail. I noticed her adjusting her clothing at times, trying to flaunt her tits but seemed a little frustrated she was getting nowhere. At one point Ricky noticed the game she was playing and called her out on it.
