Being A Homosexual When I Was Young

Growing up where I did and when I did meant that homosexuals were bad people. The truth is that no one ever talked about homosexual women, it was all about effeminate men. I had an uncle who we heard liked these type of boys. He had a big Mercedes and we heard that he had been seen downtown where these types of boys were. But back then if a man went looking for one of these boys he just had a craving for something different. Those men weren't considered homosexuals. Only the effeminate boys were.

My grandparents owned a store downtown, selling fabric for furniture repair. I had to start working there when I was 16. I saw those boys, my grandfather called them bunnies because they hoped around so much. One of those days, and I don't know what drew my attention to it, my sisters laundry was laying on her bed to be put away and I took a pair of her panties and tried them on. I stuck my penis between my legs so it looked like I had a pussy. I looked at my ass in the mirror. I took my mother's lipstick and tried it on.

At my grandfather's store worked a man who came from Poland. In those days all the Jews stayed together. He was one of those men who seemed to like the bunnies, he paid attention to them. He and my uncle were friends. On that day when he found me I was wearing my sister's panties and I was in the bathroom of the shop, it was the only bathroom and he walked in on me while I had my pants down and my sister's panties and I was hiding my penis between my legs. He spanked my bare butt.

It's hard to describe how it felt for him to spank me like that. His big hand on my bare butt, my penis out, my sister's panties around my thighs. He could have fucked me right there if he wanted to. But he was punishing me. He asked me in a very stern voice if I was one of those bunnies. He told my uncle. My uncle talked to me. He told me in a very stern voice that I did not want to be a homosexual. But I was, I had just not done anything yet other than hide my penis and wear my sister's panties.

I rode the bus home after I left my grandfather's shop. And I stood around and watched the bunnies congregate around the back of the gas station and the cars came by and now and then one would stop and pick up a bunny. One of the cars was my uncle's car. Another time I saw my uncle and the man that worked with my grandfather pick up two bunnies.

That's the way it was back then. I wasn't from that neighborhood and I wasn't a bunny. No, I went to college and I had a professor who taught American History and he liked me from the beginning and one evening I ran into him at the student union and we talked and he asked if I wanted to have some coffee and he touched my leg and I liked that. I sat there looking at his face thinking of how it would feel to kiss him. He asked me over to his house, which was a couple of blocks from campus and showed me some of the things he had brought back from trips to Europe.

He also showed me his penis, his penis was so big, totally erect right in front of my eyes and he told me that it was ok for me to kiss his penis and I did. I was his bunny and he fucked me so good, holding me against him, his penis in my rectum, it felt so good. I went to his house a lot and one of the times I went I wore my sister's panties and he bought me some new ones. He liked to see me in panties, with my penis between my legs, before pulling my panties down and sucking on my penis. He kissed me and I kissed him. He called me Freddy, not Saul which was my given name. My freshman year at college turned out to be the best year of my life. I was a homosexual. My teacher was like my uncle, he just liked homosexual boys.