Still At Home In The Closet

I grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone. My high school was small we had grades 7 through 12 on one campus and some upperclassmen dated junior high girls. There were several married students and we had a daycare on campus for teachers, staff and students. No one was a virgin, except me.

I dated, did my part, got to third base but never a home run, I graduated with a lot of pent up frustration. During my last summer before college I worked at the movies. During the afternoon showings there were some men that came alone. One of those men showed me his cock in the bathroom. I went into the movie where he was watching Django and he was grabbing his cock beating off. He saw me and motioned for me to come over. My first cock, first I held it, then I sucked it.

When I got to college a History professor liked me, I went to his house after dark sneaking in through the back yard under cover of the empty lot behind his house. I got all the cock I wanted, jerking him off, sucking and of course being his boy and getting fucked in the ass. He had a large painting of a squirting cock over his bed. He had a Polaroid camera and we took lots of pictures which I still have hidden away.

Being gay was a midnight thing. On a trip home one of my high school classmates wanted to get married and we eloped. For forty plus years we have been married. For forty plus years I have been a midnight cowboy. I like it that way, NSA cock tastes better that way. I have no desire to let my night owl interest into the daylight.

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