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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 75+
Gay, Queer, Homo, Sissy, Cock Sucker, They All Apply
Starting around 15 I recognized that my leanings were towards other boys and not girls. I became somewhat attracted, maybe a crush, on this one boy in my class. He rejected me and I became distant and non involved at school. I also started masturbating a lot and developed a fascination with my penis and my anus, photographing it with my Brownie camera and developing the film myself, using a magnifying mirror to look up close at it. I used objects around the house for masturbation, seeking out bigger and longer things, starting with thick kitchen utensils and ending with the small end of my baseball bat, after shaving off the hand guard. It took work, and I had to get into position to insert the small end of the baseball bat, but I achieved it and once in I masturbated. I have a couple of pictures of the baseball bat in my ass, using the stand up mirror in my mother's room.
I took choir, but wasn't very good at it and was in the back where I couldn't ruin what we did. During shows where we wore gowns I sang with my penis out of my pants. It was my rebellion. It felt good, I never got caught. Then in the 11th grade I met a boy from another part of town, we only had one high school in our town and everyone went to the same high school, tenth through twelfth. He was what today are called nerds, he had a ham radio at home and my curiosity got me invited over. He let me listen in to this one connection he had with someone in Australia who talked dirty, homosexual dirty with him and they discussed hard erections and anal sex. And described in length how they sucked dick and how they had sex.
It was all news to me, the most I had seen was a man masturbating in the park restroom. I thirsted for more, and the conversation I overheard that afternoon sent me home to masturbate. My new friend had a major sized penis and he let me hold it while it was erect and he had me put it in my mouth. He told me I was queer. He fucked me using some of his mother's lotion as lubricant. Yes, I was queer all right. And he had a queer to fuck and suck his dick. In those days, at least in high school, the passive guy was the queer, the active partner wasn't, he just had different tastes. I went over, listened to his radio conversations, there was a whole group of homosexual talk on the radio, I sucked his dick and laid down on the bed for him to fuck me. Week after week after week.
It was this boy who got ahold of a gay magazine, a black and white magazine, with pictures of naked guys. Some dressed with cowboy hats, or construction hats and boots, but always naked showing off their dicks. He introduced me to a friend of his who wasn't in our school, who invited me to a party. It was a party of men, the boys there were naked with an apron serving drinks and food. My first openly homosexual party. I sucked a man who wore a suit and he fucked me. He had some real lubricant and his dick slipped in very quickly and he fucked me and climaxed in me. I was a real queer after that. And I was invited to parties.
College for me was an adventure, I was still fixated on my friend from high school. But I branched out as I met older college guys who liked queer boys and they introduced me to professors who liked queer boys. Being a queer I was popular with that crowd, all homosexuals, but as I said at that time only the bottom was queer. They were sophisticated with a taste for queers, but were not technically called gay or homosexual. The word gay was being used and there were a bunch of gay magazines around these men. One asked me if I wanted to pose for a magazine, he could get me the job. It paid a hundred dollars, which was real money in 1964.
After college, the Vietnam war, the hippies, free love and all, I belonged to the underground gay community. We had parties and we got jobs that way. I became the preferred lover to a man who had a lot of influence and he kept me employed with a good job. Of course, we all knew how to adapt so that we wouldn't be noticed. It was a fun time, and the crowd was big and the parties were great. Young high school boys were brought in for fun. Once I was thirty I had to settle down, make money, I was a true lover with my man and things went well for me. I bought a place, that I later would sell for several times what I paid for it. In case you haven't guessed, this was San Francisco in the seventies.
You know about the AIDS scare. For those of us who were in strict relationships we seemed to be protected. It certainly forced us to remain in a strict relationship. At that time I 'roomed' with my lover and everyone who was anyone in our life was fully aware that we were gay, queers, homosexuals, cock suckers, panty waist, light in the loafers. We didn't hide it, not from our friends. For the time we were far more open about it, but neither one of us looked the part. We just weren't into the fairy look.
Time has been kind to us, the last forty years have gone by fast. We live in Ohio, close to his family and today everyone knows who's gay and who isn't. I still have deep memories of those days when I was 15 and the immediate years of high school. I think that were the most reflective years of my life. Daring to hold a hard erection in your hand, daring to put your mouth around it, daring to feel an ejaculation on your face and in your mouth. Big, big steps. And I have no doubt that for girls that age, holding an erection, sucking a dick, having a dick spit semen on them must have also been a brave thing to do.
I took choir, but wasn't very good at it and was in the back where I couldn't ruin what we did. During shows where we wore gowns I sang with my penis out of my pants. It was my rebellion. It felt good, I never got caught. Then in the 11th grade I met a boy from another part of town, we only had one high school in our town and everyone went to the same high school, tenth through twelfth. He was what today are called nerds, he had a ham radio at home and my curiosity got me invited over. He let me listen in to this one connection he had with someone in Australia who talked dirty, homosexual dirty with him and they discussed hard erections and anal sex. And described in length how they sucked dick and how they had sex.
It was all news to me, the most I had seen was a man masturbating in the park restroom. I thirsted for more, and the conversation I overheard that afternoon sent me home to masturbate. My new friend had a major sized penis and he let me hold it while it was erect and he had me put it in my mouth. He told me I was queer. He fucked me using some of his mother's lotion as lubricant. Yes, I was queer all right. And he had a queer to fuck and suck his dick. In those days, at least in high school, the passive guy was the queer, the active partner wasn't, he just had different tastes. I went over, listened to his radio conversations, there was a whole group of homosexual talk on the radio, I sucked his dick and laid down on the bed for him to fuck me. Week after week after week.
It was this boy who got ahold of a gay magazine, a black and white magazine, with pictures of naked guys. Some dressed with cowboy hats, or construction hats and boots, but always naked showing off their dicks. He introduced me to a friend of his who wasn't in our school, who invited me to a party. It was a party of men, the boys there were naked with an apron serving drinks and food. My first openly homosexual party. I sucked a man who wore a suit and he fucked me. He had some real lubricant and his dick slipped in very quickly and he fucked me and climaxed in me. I was a real queer after that. And I was invited to parties.
College for me was an adventure, I was still fixated on my friend from high school. But I branched out as I met older college guys who liked queer boys and they introduced me to professors who liked queer boys. Being a queer I was popular with that crowd, all homosexuals, but as I said at that time only the bottom was queer. They were sophisticated with a taste for queers, but were not technically called gay or homosexual. The word gay was being used and there were a bunch of gay magazines around these men. One asked me if I wanted to pose for a magazine, he could get me the job. It paid a hundred dollars, which was real money in 1964.
After college, the Vietnam war, the hippies, free love and all, I belonged to the underground gay community. We had parties and we got jobs that way. I became the preferred lover to a man who had a lot of influence and he kept me employed with a good job. Of course, we all knew how to adapt so that we wouldn't be noticed. It was a fun time, and the crowd was big and the parties were great. Young high school boys were brought in for fun. Once I was thirty I had to settle down, make money, I was a true lover with my man and things went well for me. I bought a place, that I later would sell for several times what I paid for it. In case you haven't guessed, this was San Francisco in the seventies.
You know about the AIDS scare. For those of us who were in strict relationships we seemed to be protected. It certainly forced us to remain in a strict relationship. At that time I 'roomed' with my lover and everyone who was anyone in our life was fully aware that we were gay, queers, homosexuals, cock suckers, panty waist, light in the loafers. We didn't hide it, not from our friends. For the time we were far more open about it, but neither one of us looked the part. We just weren't into the fairy look.
Time has been kind to us, the last forty years have gone by fast. We live in Ohio, close to his family and today everyone knows who's gay and who isn't. I still have deep memories of those days when I was 15 and the immediate years of high school. I think that were the most reflective years of my life. Daring to hold a hard erection in your hand, daring to put your mouth around it, daring to feel an ejaculation on your face and in your mouth. Big, big steps. And I have no doubt that for girls that age, holding an erection, sucking a dick, having a dick spit semen on them must have also been a brave thing to do.
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