To begin with, at 45, I just got divorced out of a horrible marriage, which left me depressed. I was ashamed to see anyone and decided to move to a different city. I decided to move to a small town where none knew me. I found a small studio apartment, which I could afford until I found a job. After spending a week settling into my new place, I decided to take a walk and found a bar where I went in to have a couple of drinks. I was at a time where I felt depressed and alone.
The bar was somewhat crowded, but I found a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. I lost time of how long I was in there before a fellow asked if anyone was siting in the stool next to me. I said no and it sat down ... he said I wasn't sure if you were waiting for anyone. I turned to answer him and realized he was much older than myself and said no. He started to have a conversation with me, telling me his name was Stan and I replied my name was Bill. and I think back now realizing that I had opened up to him about everything I had been going through, and now I had to find a job before all my money ran out.. He was easy to talk to and before I knew it, he started telling me about himself, he was not married and that he owned a company that provided all types of services. He said he had been interviewing for a new hire and after our conversation, he said I would be a good choice for his company if I were interested. He told me he handled companies that hired his company to provide private meetings etc, I took what he meant to b company meetings for private discussions, so I sid I would appreciate working for him.
I started my job, looking possible places for private meetings and also met with clients and got all their necessary requirements. I really was happy finding this job and the money was not great but allowed me to afford my apartment. I had been working for about a month, when Stan called me, he worked from his home, never in the office, so when he asked me to come to his apartment, I didn't think anything of if.
After inviting me in, he told me that he was letting me go, he decided that he needed someone who would be able to deal with clients on a one to one or group basis. I said why can't I be that one, not really knowing what he meant until he explained. His clients not only needed a private quarters for meetings, they also want to have some special activities, which included sexual activities. These activities included being serviced by men for whatever they wanted. I got up and left without even saying anything. About a week later, after realizing that now I had no paycheck and didn't know what to do, I called him. At first, He did not want to talk, but finally said, unless you are willing, please don't bother me anymore. I said I would, so he told me t come to his place at 1 pm, which I did.
After getting there, Stan was in a robe, he was a different person the way he talked to me. He asked me if I had ever been with men, which I hadn't, that is when he said you would be required to be able suck and be fucked or anything else they wanted, are you willing to do this. I could feel my face getting red, but said yes. At that, he told me to strip, once naked, He told me to crawl to him. He then opened his robe and I saw his cock which was larger than I could imagine, he then told me to suck him. As I put his cock in my mouth, he warned me not to touch it with my teeth, then he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it to the back of my throat. I gaged, but that didn't stop him from going in and out telling to run my tongue around the head and lick his pee hole. As he was fucking my mouth he called me all sorts of names from cocksucker to faggot. Before I knew it, he began to cum shooting load after load to cum down my throat. The taste of his cum was getting me sick, but finally he finished and I was allowed to stand. He said that we had to work on getting me ready for my first client, so he went in the bedroom and came out with a dildo, which had to be 8 inched. He told me to get dressed and he wanted to put it up my ass each day and leave it there for one hour each day, then he told me to leave and call him the next day.
(to be Cont.)
