The year 2002 - Present
I am Mark.
I have been for quite some time.
Birth and legal names hold no relevance here.
Every name on this blog whether given by birth, nick name, or by character description serves a purpose of bringing each person to his own unique existence.
Although I am indeed Mark, there is another Mark whose DNA lives inside me.
This DNA belongs to the man that initiated me into the world of kink and BDSM. He is the man who dug deep into my insides and ran them inside out. He is the man that I would refer to as SIR.
Some time in 2002.
At a local gay bar
Saturday about 1:00am
It was about 1:00am in the morning. I was out at the local gay dive bar. I've been out for some time that night cruising.
For me at the time, being gay was more about finding ass and dick than anything.
Although I did have a few gay friends from the Gay men's support group I was a part of, I was more about being on the prowl when I went out. I am way freer to be a ho solo.
I was getting out of one way of life and finding out how to live my life in my new one. Spending years in the church was a great experience for me in many ways and yet also it caused many personal and spiritual struggles that I sometimes still deal with today.
I'm not a big alcohol drinker. I never have been. I was not going out with any friends. I chose it that way when I was horny and out on the prowl.
It was late and I was bored. I decided that I would buy one more soft drink and call this Saturday night a wrap.
I ordered one more Sprite.
I migrated to another open table as the previous one was taken. Across from me was a very handsome Latino man. He had short dark wavy hair, olive brown skin and a thin goatee.
We exchange eye contact for awhile.
After a few minutes he walked to my table and asked to have a seat.
We introduced ourselves. We are both Mark. We laughed at the introduction.
"Nice to meet you Mark," he laughed.
"Nice to meet you Mark," I replied with a giggle.
I don't remember much about what we chatted about. But I do know that he was interested in bringing me home and I was interested in going with him.
"So what are you? Top? Bottom? Versatile?"
"I am a versatile top but I am more of a top," I replied.
"And yourself?" I asked.
"I'm a total top." Mark replied.
"Total top?"
"Yes." He responded.
Usually I end up topping even other tops or we end up flipping. Because of this, I assume that at some point I will get to top him.
As we continued to get to know each other's preferences, He made it most definitely clear that he is a total top and that he was going to top me if I came to his place. Although I am a versatile guy, my role as the top guy was clearly being taken away. Remember, I am the guy that got total tops to bend for me. And usually it wasn't because we fought over the role. Most guys would see my dick and would just be on it.
Oh my goodness! It sounds as though I am bragging and an arrogant son of a bitch. But it is true. I would be the first to say it.
I don't have a huge dick. It is not majorly long. But it does have good reach and the biggest feature is the girth.
"So are you okay with that?"
"What? Me being a bottom?
"Yes."
"I don't have a problem but It is rare that I bottom. and I am pretty tight."
"Don't worry about that. I will take my time with you." He said.
As we were continuing our vetting, he said, "I want you to be my boy."
This was 2002. I was 31 years old. I was still very much in the closet.
Just one year ago I was a "good" church boy with a "dark" secret. The only thing I really knew about gay culture, and the varieties of sex is what I experienced cruising local parks, restrooms, behind bushes, hunting the gay bars, and the infamous sex phone line that got me laid plenty of times. None of those experiences mentioned anything about what the term "boy" means in the gay kink world. As a matter of fact I was so vanilla, that vanilla was nothing more than a flavor.
"Be your boy?"
"Yes. Do you know what that means?"
"What does that entail?"
"It is better if I show you. You can follow me back to my place. I can show you what it means to be my boy. At anytime you can leave if you don't like it."
We finished our drinks and went to his place.
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