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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 59
The Day I Learned I Was A Homosexual
There was a party at the country club for several of us had just graduated from high school put on by the parents. Boys and Girls. Talk about what college we were going to in the fall, about Joe who had enlisted in the NAVY, about past glories in track and field, leaving boyfriends behind, taking a gap year. A lawyer was talking to me about careers and I was as clueless as everyone else, I wanted to study art. He was one of those forceful personalities and he told me all about law. If you are a lawyer you can have a Mercedes Benz.
He offered to show me his car and we went out to the parking lot, he had a two door convertible model, with leather seats and an electric top. He told me that he had gotten in payment for a woman who had gotten divorced because she found her husband with pretty young thing under him. He offered to take me for a ride, we went out first along Riverside Drive and then out onto the highway to show me how much power it had. We talked about my career and I told him I wanted art and he pulled off the highway and drove into the trees where the shade was better.
He started off with 'are you a homosexual?' I didn't know how to respond. 'I'm a homosexual' he said, 'art is for homosexuals, I know a lot of homosexuals who are "artists"'. I don't have any memories of anything I said, he had turned in his seat and he had his hand on my thigh. 'Look being a homosexual is okay, but it's not a profession, you'll never have a Mercedes Benz'.
And he leaned over and said 'let's see if you're a homosexual'. He grabbed my dick and kissed me on the lips. He was leaning over the console of the car and I was slipping down the seat. He stopped and was firm, 'sit still, I want to kiss you and I want to hold your dick, let's get your dick out of your pants, I want you to kiss back, we are going to find out once and for all if you are a homosexual and we can't do that if I can't kiss you'. After kissing me for a while, he turned his attention to my dick, 'you have a very nice dick, in the homosexual world having a nice dick is very important and you have a very nice dick, now hold yourself up and let me suck your dick'. It was difficult in that little car, but I held myself up with the console and the armrest and he sucked my dick.
We left and turned around and went back into town and he told me he was like 99 percent sure I was a homosexual, homosexuals have that feeling, they can tell. We went back to the party and he mingled with some of the parents and he looked over at me about every two minutes, at one point blowing me a kiss. As the party ended he walked passed me and told me to meet him in the bathroom by the stairs, which was a bathroom for one. Inside he kissed me on the mouth and told me that being a homosexual wasn't easy, unless you were a flaming queer. Those guys didn't care, but he had to look after his career. So this was top secret. With that he told me he wanted to help me be a homosexual, to teach me about homosexual sex, I needed to learn how to suck dick, and of course how to kiss better, and of course of course, I had a real nice dick and he wanted to show me for real how well he could suck dick. 'Don't worry about this, you ARE a homosexual, but we'll keep it between us'.
Over the summer before I went to college he taught me how to suck dick, how to kiss, to be comfortable being naked with him, and the best of the best, how much he liked fucking me and how much I liked being fucked. 'Your a natural bottom, it's ok, bottoms are ok, hell if it wasn't because I'm a lawyer I bet you I'd be a bottom'. He left me with one more piece of advice as I headed off for college. Study law, don't be a queer and study art. That's for queers. I did study law and I'm a closeted homosexual, keep it pretty much under wraps, it's not good for business as he told me that first afternoon when I met him. No one wants to hire a queer lawyer.
It's late in the day, at times I see some young man who is lost and ask myself if I should take him for a ride in my Mercedes Benz. Not my problem, if he's a homosexual he's going to find out. Too much risk with some kid and his iPhone who can't keep their mouth shut.
He offered to show me his car and we went out to the parking lot, he had a two door convertible model, with leather seats and an electric top. He told me that he had gotten in payment for a woman who had gotten divorced because she found her husband with pretty young thing under him. He offered to take me for a ride, we went out first along Riverside Drive and then out onto the highway to show me how much power it had. We talked about my career and I told him I wanted art and he pulled off the highway and drove into the trees where the shade was better.
He started off with 'are you a homosexual?' I didn't know how to respond. 'I'm a homosexual' he said, 'art is for homosexuals, I know a lot of homosexuals who are "artists"'. I don't have any memories of anything I said, he had turned in his seat and he had his hand on my thigh. 'Look being a homosexual is okay, but it's not a profession, you'll never have a Mercedes Benz'.
And he leaned over and said 'let's see if you're a homosexual'. He grabbed my dick and kissed me on the lips. He was leaning over the console of the car and I was slipping down the seat. He stopped and was firm, 'sit still, I want to kiss you and I want to hold your dick, let's get your dick out of your pants, I want you to kiss back, we are going to find out once and for all if you are a homosexual and we can't do that if I can't kiss you'. After kissing me for a while, he turned his attention to my dick, 'you have a very nice dick, in the homosexual world having a nice dick is very important and you have a very nice dick, now hold yourself up and let me suck your dick'. It was difficult in that little car, but I held myself up with the console and the armrest and he sucked my dick.
We left and turned around and went back into town and he told me he was like 99 percent sure I was a homosexual, homosexuals have that feeling, they can tell. We went back to the party and he mingled with some of the parents and he looked over at me about every two minutes, at one point blowing me a kiss. As the party ended he walked passed me and told me to meet him in the bathroom by the stairs, which was a bathroom for one. Inside he kissed me on the mouth and told me that being a homosexual wasn't easy, unless you were a flaming queer. Those guys didn't care, but he had to look after his career. So this was top secret. With that he told me he wanted to help me be a homosexual, to teach me about homosexual sex, I needed to learn how to suck dick, and of course how to kiss better, and of course of course, I had a real nice dick and he wanted to show me for real how well he could suck dick. 'Don't worry about this, you ARE a homosexual, but we'll keep it between us'.
Over the summer before I went to college he taught me how to suck dick, how to kiss, to be comfortable being naked with him, and the best of the best, how much he liked fucking me and how much I liked being fucked. 'Your a natural bottom, it's ok, bottoms are ok, hell if it wasn't because I'm a lawyer I bet you I'd be a bottom'. He left me with one more piece of advice as I headed off for college. Study law, don't be a queer and study art. That's for queers. I did study law and I'm a closeted homosexual, keep it pretty much under wraps, it's not good for business as he told me that first afternoon when I met him. No one wants to hire a queer lawyer.
It's late in the day, at times I see some young man who is lost and ask myself if I should take him for a ride in my Mercedes Benz. Not my problem, if he's a homosexual he's going to find out. Too much risk with some kid and his iPhone who can't keep their mouth shut.
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