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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 52
My Story
Reading here for a quite a while. I read mostly the gay stories and confessions. I also cruise gay porn sites and masturbate to gay fantasies. I have never kidded myself about my gay leanings. But getting there has been a long trip.
I grew up in a small house, one of six kids, with a stay at home mother (housewife in those days). We were what I would call now a lower middle class, blue collar family. No one in my family or immediate life had a college degree and most didn't have a high school degree. People were fine, it wasn't a big deal, the men worked at the foundry, and the women stayed at home or if they worked they did secretarial or clerical or some were in health care. As a boy I saw lots of naked men, my brothers of course, my cousins of course, by also my father and grandfather and when we went to the beach, other men as they changed into their summer bathing gear. Did I focus on any of them, no. Not then. I just looked at them. Dicks fascinated me. I never thought about looking at a girl, even if in our small one bedroom house half naked girls was not uncommon.
It was as a senior in high school that I first saw a man in 'that' way. He was my shop teacher, and football coach. He was a big man, heavy man, and when he showered he had harry legs and a harry chest and back, and a hairy cock. He would grab his cock to wash it, pull on it, wash it and stroke it, and I watched. And he took his time, and I watched. And he looked at me and I watched. And he said 'you like that boy?' and I watched, and he showered slowly and pulled on his dick and I watched. I 'felt' it, that desire, hunger that comes over you. For what I didn't know, but the hunger was there.
One afternoon after practice and after showers he asked me to stay behind. He told me some of the guys noticed that I paid attention in the showers. They wanted to know if I was a sissy. He wanted to know if I was a sissy. I didn't know, that's the truth. I just gelt that hunger when he showed me and washed his dick in front of me. When he said 'let's find out' I didn't know what he meant. He grabbed me, his hand grabbing by crotch. 'Do you like that boy?'. I liked that, but I was too scared to say anything. He took my hand and put it on his dick and asked 'do you like that boy?'
I sucked my first dick that afternoon. And he sucked my dick for the first time that afternoon. 'Now you keep your mouth shut about this boy?' And when he fucked my ass later that week he said 'now you keep your mouth shut about this boy'. And then, 'I'll let the boys know you are a sissy'.
After high school I joined up and was stationed at Fork Polk in Louisiana. First time I met 'good ol' boys'. And my DS was a good ol' boy from Mississippi. He saw lots of men go through basic and he had a nose for sissies and he called me out for being a sissy and told me I could fold up my tent, he didn't want 'no sissies' in his outfit. He had a big dick, when he came I pulled back instinctively and he slapped my face and told me suck tight when he came. From then on I sucked tight. I think that was the first time I was in 'love'. I left basic and got posted to Germany as a file clerk in the morgue.
It was quiet duty, hardly anything ever happened. During the two years I was there we only had two cases, both vehicular accidents. The officer in charge of the morgue was a small man with glasses. I am more than sure that he was as gay as can be, but he turned me off completely. I learned to keep my hunger close to my chest. I was getting a better radar, identifying gay men and to my surprise they were all around, in town, on the base, at the airports, back home in our small town.
By the time I was discharged I had sucked a half dozen men, been fucked by a couple of them, not counting my coach in high school. I was more comfortable about it, and was willing to engage in a conversation if I was approached. I still didn't approach anyone, I guess I 'looked at them' and they got the message.
Unlike my relatives and close friends from my home town, I got out of the service and went to mortuary school. I graduated and got a job at a large cemetery and mortuary. It was a quiet job, I was left alone and I lived alone. I got paid better than any of my relatives working at the foundry. I bought a car. I was a confirmed bachelor. I got to know the town, and the surroundings and to know where to go if I waned to get some cock. I became more sure of myself and approached a man here or there and learned how to discern better, I did not like being turned down. I sucked a lot of cock, and if the guy wanted to fuck, well I was available too.
In spite of being quite active I never came out, I was a loner, a confirmed bachelor. Some may have put two and two together but in my daytime life no one ever accused me of being gay. I have always been a sissy, I suck cock, I take sex when offered, I like to leave having pleased the man. I've had a couple of more or less relationships but in the end they didn't work out. I have friends, but all of them are straight.
I've reached this age now, when it is a lot more acceptable to be gay, I live near but not in, a gay part of town. I am the funeral director for a renown company in the business and earn a very descent wage compared to what I grew up around. I have learned to use the internet but frankly the best sex comes from meeting a man in a casual setting and sucking his cock in his truck or out behind the building. I like the hunt of it and I like the anxiety of open air cock sucking. If it progresses to something more serious, I insist on going inside, a motel, or an apartment. I've learned to never have anyone over to my place.
And that's where I am today, 52 years old, single, a cock sucker, and in the closet where I intend to stay.
I grew up in a small house, one of six kids, with a stay at home mother (housewife in those days). We were what I would call now a lower middle class, blue collar family. No one in my family or immediate life had a college degree and most didn't have a high school degree. People were fine, it wasn't a big deal, the men worked at the foundry, and the women stayed at home or if they worked they did secretarial or clerical or some were in health care. As a boy I saw lots of naked men, my brothers of course, my cousins of course, by also my father and grandfather and when we went to the beach, other men as they changed into their summer bathing gear. Did I focus on any of them, no. Not then. I just looked at them. Dicks fascinated me. I never thought about looking at a girl, even if in our small one bedroom house half naked girls was not uncommon.
It was as a senior in high school that I first saw a man in 'that' way. He was my shop teacher, and football coach. He was a big man, heavy man, and when he showered he had harry legs and a harry chest and back, and a hairy cock. He would grab his cock to wash it, pull on it, wash it and stroke it, and I watched. And he took his time, and I watched. And he looked at me and I watched. And he said 'you like that boy?' and I watched, and he showered slowly and pulled on his dick and I watched. I 'felt' it, that desire, hunger that comes over you. For what I didn't know, but the hunger was there.
One afternoon after practice and after showers he asked me to stay behind. He told me some of the guys noticed that I paid attention in the showers. They wanted to know if I was a sissy. He wanted to know if I was a sissy. I didn't know, that's the truth. I just gelt that hunger when he showed me and washed his dick in front of me. When he said 'let's find out' I didn't know what he meant. He grabbed me, his hand grabbing by crotch. 'Do you like that boy?'. I liked that, but I was too scared to say anything. He took my hand and put it on his dick and asked 'do you like that boy?'
I sucked my first dick that afternoon. And he sucked my dick for the first time that afternoon. 'Now you keep your mouth shut about this boy?' And when he fucked my ass later that week he said 'now you keep your mouth shut about this boy'. And then, 'I'll let the boys know you are a sissy'.
After high school I joined up and was stationed at Fork Polk in Louisiana. First time I met 'good ol' boys'. And my DS was a good ol' boy from Mississippi. He saw lots of men go through basic and he had a nose for sissies and he called me out for being a sissy and told me I could fold up my tent, he didn't want 'no sissies' in his outfit. He had a big dick, when he came I pulled back instinctively and he slapped my face and told me suck tight when he came. From then on I sucked tight. I think that was the first time I was in 'love'. I left basic and got posted to Germany as a file clerk in the morgue.
It was quiet duty, hardly anything ever happened. During the two years I was there we only had two cases, both vehicular accidents. The officer in charge of the morgue was a small man with glasses. I am more than sure that he was as gay as can be, but he turned me off completely. I learned to keep my hunger close to my chest. I was getting a better radar, identifying gay men and to my surprise they were all around, in town, on the base, at the airports, back home in our small town.
By the time I was discharged I had sucked a half dozen men, been fucked by a couple of them, not counting my coach in high school. I was more comfortable about it, and was willing to engage in a conversation if I was approached. I still didn't approach anyone, I guess I 'looked at them' and they got the message.
Unlike my relatives and close friends from my home town, I got out of the service and went to mortuary school. I graduated and got a job at a large cemetery and mortuary. It was a quiet job, I was left alone and I lived alone. I got paid better than any of my relatives working at the foundry. I bought a car. I was a confirmed bachelor. I got to know the town, and the surroundings and to know where to go if I waned to get some cock. I became more sure of myself and approached a man here or there and learned how to discern better, I did not like being turned down. I sucked a lot of cock, and if the guy wanted to fuck, well I was available too.
In spite of being quite active I never came out, I was a loner, a confirmed bachelor. Some may have put two and two together but in my daytime life no one ever accused me of being gay. I have always been a sissy, I suck cock, I take sex when offered, I like to leave having pleased the man. I've had a couple of more or less relationships but in the end they didn't work out. I have friends, but all of them are straight.
I've reached this age now, when it is a lot more acceptable to be gay, I live near but not in, a gay part of town. I am the funeral director for a renown company in the business and earn a very descent wage compared to what I grew up around. I have learned to use the internet but frankly the best sex comes from meeting a man in a casual setting and sucking his cock in his truck or out behind the building. I like the hunt of it and I like the anxiety of open air cock sucking. If it progresses to something more serious, I insist on going inside, a motel, or an apartment. I've learned to never have anyone over to my place.
And that's where I am today, 52 years old, single, a cock sucker, and in the closet where I intend to stay.
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