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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 70
Thanks For The Memories, It Keeps You Going
I grew up in a smallish town where my father worked for the electric utility. Next door was a boy a couple of years older than me. We played together after school, and I spent a lot of time over at his house. He liked playing with his dick, touching my face with his dick, getting on top of me on the bed. I liked it too, and I liked sucking and licking his dick. That's why we spent a lot time at his house.
One of those days when he was on my back humping me he wanted to do it skin to skin and he pulled my pants down and humped his naked dick in my crack. It felt really good and I didn't want him to stop. He poked my hole with his dick which also felt good. I may have been eleven but I wanted his dick in me. We did this several more times until using some hand lotion of his mother's we got his dick in me. While he humped in and out of me, my dick rubbed against the comforter on his bed and I had my first dry orgasm. He had a wet orgasm in my ass and I spent the rest of the afternoon with a wet hole which felt really good.
As I went through high school I was known for giving blowjobs and letting myself get fucked. My reputation went beyond my school and during my teen years I was the boy toy of the man that owned the full service gas station at the end of our block. I loved sucking his dick, he slapped my face back and forth before letting me suck him and he almost always came getting cum in my face, hair and up my nose. Sometimes he fucked me. I guess he is the first man that I really loved.
I got sent to this liberal arts college in Virginia to study American Literature. There were a few gay men there and I soon had an assistant professor who liked me and we had all kinds of sex. He introduced me to the underground and I attended many gay parties, with lots of alcohol and pot. Lots of open sex, lots of beautiful hard dicks, lots of sore assholes when the night was over. Those parties were decadent, any dick was a good dick and any hole was a good hole.
After college I moved to New York and lived with two other gay guys. The party scene was obscene and the booze and pot flowed freely. It was really a wild time to be gay in New York. The Viet Nam war was on and somehow I had a medical deferment, was classified as unfit for service. I worked at a bookstore that catered to men of intellect and was a hot bed for older gay men looking for young party boys.
Then the doldrums hit, I wasn't young and desirable and I wasn't rich and I wasn't a professor or some artist or author. I was a night clerk at a hotel and my chances to hook up got poorer and poorer. I suppose because I wanted to be in the party scene and the most I could do was meet a bell boy who would fuck an older man like me in my mid thirties. I did meet couple of men in those days but of course nothing came of it and I lived alone in an apartment.
It wasn't until I was in my fifties that I met a man that I became friends with and for the first time I was with a lover, you know kissing and hugging and stuff. Sex was pleasant but no WOW factor. But better a friend than all alone. He wanted to live in Naples Florida where he had inherited a house from an aunt and that's where we made our home. Fortunately there was a fair sized gay community there.
In inherited a little bit of money from my parents, not much but enough to pay for a vacation we went on cruise to the Mediterranean, to see Italy and Greece. Two old gay men with a bunch of families. On board we met this Doctor, turned out to be an exaggeration, but he liked older me and he serviced us both. It was pretty wild, but the young man had it in him and it only costs 200 bucks and we both got a good going over.
Being gay in your 70s is not fun. My partner of 15 years passed due to complications of kidney cancer and I am all alone now. I inherited the Naples property from him and although it hurt to sell it, I moved closer to a niece that doesn't mind her old gay uncle near by. Of course I don't talk about it, I had a small job at Barnes and Noble and otherwise stay busy with my nieces' family. And I have my memories. Thanks for letting me share them today.
One of those days when he was on my back humping me he wanted to do it skin to skin and he pulled my pants down and humped his naked dick in my crack. It felt really good and I didn't want him to stop. He poked my hole with his dick which also felt good. I may have been eleven but I wanted his dick in me. We did this several more times until using some hand lotion of his mother's we got his dick in me. While he humped in and out of me, my dick rubbed against the comforter on his bed and I had my first dry orgasm. He had a wet orgasm in my ass and I spent the rest of the afternoon with a wet hole which felt really good.
As I went through high school I was known for giving blowjobs and letting myself get fucked. My reputation went beyond my school and during my teen years I was the boy toy of the man that owned the full service gas station at the end of our block. I loved sucking his dick, he slapped my face back and forth before letting me suck him and he almost always came getting cum in my face, hair and up my nose. Sometimes he fucked me. I guess he is the first man that I really loved.
I got sent to this liberal arts college in Virginia to study American Literature. There were a few gay men there and I soon had an assistant professor who liked me and we had all kinds of sex. He introduced me to the underground and I attended many gay parties, with lots of alcohol and pot. Lots of open sex, lots of beautiful hard dicks, lots of sore assholes when the night was over. Those parties were decadent, any dick was a good dick and any hole was a good hole.
After college I moved to New York and lived with two other gay guys. The party scene was obscene and the booze and pot flowed freely. It was really a wild time to be gay in New York. The Viet Nam war was on and somehow I had a medical deferment, was classified as unfit for service. I worked at a bookstore that catered to men of intellect and was a hot bed for older gay men looking for young party boys.
Then the doldrums hit, I wasn't young and desirable and I wasn't rich and I wasn't a professor or some artist or author. I was a night clerk at a hotel and my chances to hook up got poorer and poorer. I suppose because I wanted to be in the party scene and the most I could do was meet a bell boy who would fuck an older man like me in my mid thirties. I did meet couple of men in those days but of course nothing came of it and I lived alone in an apartment.
It wasn't until I was in my fifties that I met a man that I became friends with and for the first time I was with a lover, you know kissing and hugging and stuff. Sex was pleasant but no WOW factor. But better a friend than all alone. He wanted to live in Naples Florida where he had inherited a house from an aunt and that's where we made our home. Fortunately there was a fair sized gay community there.
In inherited a little bit of money from my parents, not much but enough to pay for a vacation we went on cruise to the Mediterranean, to see Italy and Greece. Two old gay men with a bunch of families. On board we met this Doctor, turned out to be an exaggeration, but he liked older me and he serviced us both. It was pretty wild, but the young man had it in him and it only costs 200 bucks and we both got a good going over.
Being gay in your 70s is not fun. My partner of 15 years passed due to complications of kidney cancer and I am all alone now. I inherited the Naples property from him and although it hurt to sell it, I moved closer to a niece that doesn't mind her old gay uncle near by. Of course I don't talk about it, I had a small job at Barnes and Noble and otherwise stay busy with my nieces' family. And I have my memories. Thanks for letting me share them today.
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