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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 51
It Took Me Turning 45 Before I Let My Gay Side Out
I have a nephew who all of knew was gay. He moved to New York and worked for a delivery company, living in a pretty shitty apartment with two other gay guys. His mother, my sister, was worried about him and on a trip to New York she asked me to look in on him. That's how I found out about his living situation.
He was pale, dressed in over tight clothes and spoke with a tone that was off key for me. He told me he was a 'puto' and he didn't care if his mother found out. We went to a restaurant in his neighborhood with guys holding hands and making out. I had never been around so many gays at one time. I watched these two boys hold hands at the table, as the romancer put his move on the other guy. My dick got hard under the table. My nephew called me out on staring at them.
That night in my room I had a wet dream masturbating to the scene of the two guys at the restaurant wondering if they made it to bed. That night alone in bed I fantasized I was the young man being put the make on and ended up under the other guy getting fucked. It was very vivid in my mind and I felt it, even if it was a dream of sorts, and I wet my pants. I tried to brush it off but the dream came back again and again and I found myself getting hard at night and wanting a man on my back.
On my next trip I caught a cab to that part of town and ate alone at a restaurant watching the gays prance around. I wondered about their dicks, what did they do with them when they were being fucked. I was quite sure I knew who were the fuckers and who were the fuckees. I got hard from time to time just imagining things. The waiter, very gay, was impatient. I had been at his table too long. I left a nice tip and went walking around.
A middle aged guy walking around the hip gay scene was out of place. I passed a bar and looked in and it was older men so I took a seat at the bar. Soon a man came over and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was visiting a nephew but he was at work. His hand on my thigh we talked for a while. At one point he leaned over and asked me if I was a cop. I told him no and he asked to see my wallet. Satisfied that I didn't have a badge he offered to go with me for a price. He said he could recognize a straight guy looking for a fuck.
We went back to my hotel and he fucked me all night. He started pretty formally, keeping himself from cumming. And then when he was ready again, he fucked again. He let me try on my hands and knees, I didn't like it much, on my back, I didn't like that either. on my stomach and him on top. I liked that better. He earned his money that night and I got my ass broken in.
It was many months later, back at home, and I was frequenting a bar in the gay part of town, that I met a man about my age and we ended up at a table. We talked and went back to his place, he wanted to kiss and exchange oral sex, before getting on top. We made love, so to speak, lots of kissing and fondling, lots or oral sex, before I took my place under him and he fucked me and it felt good.
It turns out that gay behavior runs in the family but I have never let that get out. MY sister has to put up with a gay son, but had today been the same back when I was twenty I'm sure my mother would have had to put with a gay son as well.
He was pale, dressed in over tight clothes and spoke with a tone that was off key for me. He told me he was a 'puto' and he didn't care if his mother found out. We went to a restaurant in his neighborhood with guys holding hands and making out. I had never been around so many gays at one time. I watched these two boys hold hands at the table, as the romancer put his move on the other guy. My dick got hard under the table. My nephew called me out on staring at them.
That night in my room I had a wet dream masturbating to the scene of the two guys at the restaurant wondering if they made it to bed. That night alone in bed I fantasized I was the young man being put the make on and ended up under the other guy getting fucked. It was very vivid in my mind and I felt it, even if it was a dream of sorts, and I wet my pants. I tried to brush it off but the dream came back again and again and I found myself getting hard at night and wanting a man on my back.
On my next trip I caught a cab to that part of town and ate alone at a restaurant watching the gays prance around. I wondered about their dicks, what did they do with them when they were being fucked. I was quite sure I knew who were the fuckers and who were the fuckees. I got hard from time to time just imagining things. The waiter, very gay, was impatient. I had been at his table too long. I left a nice tip and went walking around.
A middle aged guy walking around the hip gay scene was out of place. I passed a bar and looked in and it was older men so I took a seat at the bar. Soon a man came over and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was visiting a nephew but he was at work. His hand on my thigh we talked for a while. At one point he leaned over and asked me if I was a cop. I told him no and he asked to see my wallet. Satisfied that I didn't have a badge he offered to go with me for a price. He said he could recognize a straight guy looking for a fuck.
We went back to my hotel and he fucked me all night. He started pretty formally, keeping himself from cumming. And then when he was ready again, he fucked again. He let me try on my hands and knees, I didn't like it much, on my back, I didn't like that either. on my stomach and him on top. I liked that better. He earned his money that night and I got my ass broken in.
It was many months later, back at home, and I was frequenting a bar in the gay part of town, that I met a man about my age and we ended up at a table. We talked and went back to his place, he wanted to kiss and exchange oral sex, before getting on top. We made love, so to speak, lots of kissing and fondling, lots or oral sex, before I took my place under him and he fucked me and it felt good.
It turns out that gay behavior runs in the family but I have never let that get out. MY sister has to put up with a gay son, but had today been the same back when I was twenty I'm sure my mother would have had to put with a gay son as well.
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