So this is a real story. It's about my one and only gay sexual experience but there were a couple of instances where my boss and I got together and it wound up being one of the most erotic things I've ever done.
It happened when I was in 26. I had moved from Boston to North Carolina and I was working 2 jobs. I was a form carpenter by day and I delivered pizzas at night, mainly because I was new in town and knew absolutely no one. Well the owner of the pizza joint was gay which didn't bother me but he was attracted to me which kinda did as I was strictly into girls. One slow night after most of the drivers were sent home he started subtly hitting on me and I told him that I didn't mind he was gay but it really bothered me that he was making advances on me and if he couldn't respect that I wanted nothing to do with the gay thing I would have to quit and find another night job. He was fine with that, or so I thought, and we became good friends.
While talking he learned that in my early 20's I had a friend in Boston who's dad was in the mafia and I had occasionally collected outstanding debts and yes that sometimes meant I hurt people in order to collect. He asked me if I would be interested in making more money than both my jobs put together by being his personal body guard. At first I didn't know what he was talking about but it intrigued me so I asked why he needed a body guard, I mean as far as I knew, a pizza shop owner seemed pretty safe to me. He explained that he had a thing for turning straight guys and sometimes that got him in trouble that he couldn't handle and he'd like me there on the weekends to go out with him and make sure he didn't get beat up. I was down with that and so our relationship changed. After a few months working all 3 jobs he suggested I move in with him and his wife. Yes he had a wife. She was purely for show because he wasn't out in the community and kept his gay lifestyle a secret from societies eyes. Anyway.,, I thought it was a safe enough arrangement, so after much consideration, I accepted.
One night after working the carpentry job, delivering pizza and then going clubbing with him I was so sore I could barely move. Every muscle in my body ached and I must have let it be known one too many times because he offered to give me a massage. I hesitated, warned him that I wasn't into any bullshit and he assured me it was going to be a purely straight up massage. I accepted.