He ran a furniture store and it was more or less successful. I just turned 18 when he put his hand on my knee and didn't remove it. He started to hug me, like putting his arm around my neck. And he started to kiss me. My friend who I talked with about this told me to be careful. It wasn't long after that that I was holding his penis in my hand and sucking and licking on it like an ice cream cone. I liked it from the first time, I was never shocked or put off by it. I welcomed his kisses on the mouth and holding my penis in his hand and giving me long hot sucks on it. I came early enough and he didn't pull his face away, whatever I produced he welcomed it. In time, over several months, he decided to cum in my mouth. It was not pee, it tasted salty though and I licked it and played with it in my mouth. In the back of the furniture store where all the samples and unsold furniture was stored, he had sex with me on an old couch.
Not once did I spill the beans and he didn't either. For the rest of my time at home he and I were lovers. Whether he had another lover I don't know, but I can't imagine him not having one. I went to college fully aware of what I liked in that department. I felt bad the first time I had sex with another student, and even worse when I had sex with a professor. But I was older and got over my feelings of guilt once I realized he had a new boyfriend.