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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 67
Just A Story Of My Early Days Living In Big D
I lived at the time in Big D working as a night clerk at a motel on 35. I lived with two other guys in a run down duplex. I walked to the barber to get my hair cut, it was mandatory dress code for the front desk. I met a man there and we talked and he told me he lived nearby. He was really friendly and knowing that I was broke working nights and living with two guys in a run down duplex he offered to pay for my haircut (1.25 in those days). He asked me to wait while he got his haircut and we walked outside. He suggested we go to the coffee shop at the end of the block and get some pie.
He picked me up basically and he showed me where he lived, in the opposite direction of where we lived, and he showed me how he liked to have sex with a guy. At first I was nervous but I got going pretty good and I liked it a whole lot and I gave him a blowjob and he gave me a blowjob and I learned all about how to lube up and I let him fuck me in the ass. I was not deterred or felt bad or anything like that. In fact I liked it a lot and when he told me I could stop over when I wanted, he was usually home because he was a writer and he needed the company.
On my night off he took me to what today is a gay bar, in those days it was a bar for fairies hanging out. He was protective and didn't like the other men putting the move on me. He told me to kiss him, out in the open, so the other men would pick up on the fact that I was his boyfriend. In those days that was a lot to ask, if a cop was there you would be arrested for public displays of indecency. Gay men had to be careful. But I kissed him like he asked and that established who I was with.
The night shift bothered him so he got me a job with a friend of his working days at a used furniture shop. It was a lot of furniture moving, loading and unloading, nothing glamourous. The man who owned the shop was gay, a little bit of a fairly, wore purple and pink shirts and tight pants. He took care of me, in that sense, and introduced me to the gay club. All kind of men belonged to the gay club, office workers, garbage men, and of course the fairly types who were easy to pick out, who worked as waiters or office clerks. He reminded me that for every fairy there is a man who likes fairies, that's the way it worked.
We weren't fairies, we were bottoms and I met several men who liked the college age kids like me. It was so much fun, all that attention and I liked sucking cock and bending over. My friend from the barber shop had moved on and had tomboy type lover.
We got invited to a party, uptown place. My boss told me that it was a place of an important man who liked having us boys around. We got there and went in and there was a dozen or so men at the bar and hanging out. One of them was my boss from the motel, the property manager. He was more surprised at seeing me there, and recognizing him. I told him not to worry, his secret was good with me. It was an open sex party, out by the pool, in the living room, back in the bedrooms. No holes bared. As the night got on the sex got better and I got my hole punched while I was sucking off another man. To me that was fun, I was all into it, and I was unabashedly a bottom. It wasn't until late that night that I sucked off my old boss. We were good after that.
He picked me up basically and he showed me where he lived, in the opposite direction of where we lived, and he showed me how he liked to have sex with a guy. At first I was nervous but I got going pretty good and I liked it a whole lot and I gave him a blowjob and he gave me a blowjob and I learned all about how to lube up and I let him fuck me in the ass. I was not deterred or felt bad or anything like that. In fact I liked it a lot and when he told me I could stop over when I wanted, he was usually home because he was a writer and he needed the company.
On my night off he took me to what today is a gay bar, in those days it was a bar for fairies hanging out. He was protective and didn't like the other men putting the move on me. He told me to kiss him, out in the open, so the other men would pick up on the fact that I was his boyfriend. In those days that was a lot to ask, if a cop was there you would be arrested for public displays of indecency. Gay men had to be careful. But I kissed him like he asked and that established who I was with.
The night shift bothered him so he got me a job with a friend of his working days at a used furniture shop. It was a lot of furniture moving, loading and unloading, nothing glamourous. The man who owned the shop was gay, a little bit of a fairly, wore purple and pink shirts and tight pants. He took care of me, in that sense, and introduced me to the gay club. All kind of men belonged to the gay club, office workers, garbage men, and of course the fairly types who were easy to pick out, who worked as waiters or office clerks. He reminded me that for every fairy there is a man who likes fairies, that's the way it worked.
We weren't fairies, we were bottoms and I met several men who liked the college age kids like me. It was so much fun, all that attention and I liked sucking cock and bending over. My friend from the barber shop had moved on and had tomboy type lover.
We got invited to a party, uptown place. My boss told me that it was a place of an important man who liked having us boys around. We got there and went in and there was a dozen or so men at the bar and hanging out. One of them was my boss from the motel, the property manager. He was more surprised at seeing me there, and recognizing him. I told him not to worry, his secret was good with me. It was an open sex party, out by the pool, in the living room, back in the bedrooms. No holes bared. As the night got on the sex got better and I got my hole punched while I was sucking off another man. To me that was fun, I was all into it, and I was unabashedly a bottom. It wasn't until late that night that I sucked off my old boss. We were good after that.
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