Chapter 3. "Learning My Place"
That was a summer of changes, and my transformation was orchestrated by Carlos, the cook at the diner I worked at. He was a married man who exploited my submissive willingness. He sensed that I wouldn't protest or turn him in, and for weeks drove me to an abandoned parking lot to train me to be a better cocksucker. After a few lessons I learned how to better please him. I learned how to swallow, not spit.
Part of my training involved gay porn magazines. Early on he slipped a magazine into my backpack at work. "You'll find something in there I think you'll like," he told me. "View it whenever you... "
Whenever I masturbated - that's what he meant. Which had to wait until I got home. But once there I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door and took the magazine to my bed. The pictures were mostly teenage boys - 'twinks' I would learn many years later - with older men. And this wasn't teenagers and old guys pleasuring each other. No, this was solely teenagers servicing older men. Sucking off the men. Licking their balls and assholes and getting fucked in the ass. Was I offended? No, I was too horny to be offended. I had my pants off and my penis in hand, and for the first time in my life I masturbated to gay porn.
When he caught me alone the following week at work he asked, "Did you like the magazine?" When I nodded shyly, he asked, "And how many times did you...?"
"Just twice," I lied. It was more like seven or eight times.
After work that night we didn't even make it to the abandoned parking lot. Stopped at the first red light past the diner, he reached down and undid the his belt. As he opened his pants he gave me a quick look and before the light changed I reached over and snaked my hand in his underwear. His hardness surprised me. I stroked him for a few blocks until, unable to wait, he pulled down a side street and found an empty parking space. There, just two blocks from my house, I sucked him to completion.
As he composed himself I sat back up. "You enjoy sucking my cock, don't you?" He waited for me to nod, then reached down to collect a few drops of cums with his fingertips. When he held it in front of my face, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick it. Carlos laughed. "You just can't get enough, can you?"
I guess i couldn't get enough. I had been trained to suck him whenever and wherever he wanted, and never with reciprocation. My own release always waited until I was home, alone in my bedroom.
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One Sunday night, he again told me he would drive me home. Although the diner was usually open 24 hours, it closed Sundays at 11PM until Monday morning. The waitresses left by 11:15. I finished mopping up the back. Carlos was in the office. When I heard a tapping sound I turned to see him at the office door. He was on the phone - the cord was stretched taut to the desk - but he was motioning for me to join him.
When I stepped inside, Carlos remained talking on the phone. "It was kind of slow - even for a Sunday." He pointed to the door; for some reason I pushed it almost all the way closed. "But I'm off tomorrow, so I can sleep in." With a curled finger he signaled me to approach him. "And your night - how was...?"
