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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 67
Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places
I never fit in. I had friends, but no one close. I didn't have friends to go out with. I was a home body alone in my room. I read a lot, and I read trashy novels. I really don't recall how I came across this novel about two guys in the army during the war in Korea. But I read it over and over, and dreamed dreams of feeling a warm hard 'member' on my thigh as he kissed me. It was my awakening to my desires, and it took me by surprise.
It wasn't until much later, much older, that I was downtown and went to the central library. They had reading rooms and I took a book I found in the stacks on homosexuality. I read it cover to cover. It was clinical with no descriptions, but it did describe me. I was convinced I was a homosexual. I never checked the book out, but I went to the library and read all the books I could find on homosexuality. One day, as I was reading, a man walked by and dropped a comic book on the book I was reading. The page that was open had a young man with a hard dick in his hand about to suck it. I looked around but didn't see anyone. I waited and waited and when I left I took the comic book with me, in my pants under my shirt. I read the comic book cover to cover, illustrated gay men having sex or about to, not only hard dicks, but dicks between butt cheeks, and with dicks in mouths and men kissing.
It was several weeks later that I was in the men's room when a man stood by me and asked if I wanted to meet him. He turned with his dick out and told me to say hello, and shake it. For the first time I touched a real dick and the man smiled at me and we went into the stall and I sucked my first dick, and had my dick sucked too. He told me the library was a dangerous place to meet up and he gave me an address and told me to come by and I could be his boyfriend. I went to the address, a second story apartment, and he helped me undress and I had sex for the first time with him. I rode the bus home still feeling the feeling of his dick in me. He introduced me after a while to some other homosexuals and I found out homosexuals came in all ages, some were teachers and preachers and others were warehouse workers. I was his boyfriend and the honor system said that other men wouldn't come after me, unless I was single.
I remember those days, I live in a senior complex, I know a couple of other homosexuals who live here. I have my comic book that was g*fted to me in the library and I like to spend time reading about homosexuals on the internet. So in return I thought I would tell a little, no names of course, to protect the innocent.
It wasn't until much later, much older, that I was downtown and went to the central library. They had reading rooms and I took a book I found in the stacks on homosexuality. I read it cover to cover. It was clinical with no descriptions, but it did describe me. I was convinced I was a homosexual. I never checked the book out, but I went to the library and read all the books I could find on homosexuality. One day, as I was reading, a man walked by and dropped a comic book on the book I was reading. The page that was open had a young man with a hard dick in his hand about to suck it. I looked around but didn't see anyone. I waited and waited and when I left I took the comic book with me, in my pants under my shirt. I read the comic book cover to cover, illustrated gay men having sex or about to, not only hard dicks, but dicks between butt cheeks, and with dicks in mouths and men kissing.
It was several weeks later that I was in the men's room when a man stood by me and asked if I wanted to meet him. He turned with his dick out and told me to say hello, and shake it. For the first time I touched a real dick and the man smiled at me and we went into the stall and I sucked my first dick, and had my dick sucked too. He told me the library was a dangerous place to meet up and he gave me an address and told me to come by and I could be his boyfriend. I went to the address, a second story apartment, and he helped me undress and I had sex for the first time with him. I rode the bus home still feeling the feeling of his dick in me. He introduced me after a while to some other homosexuals and I found out homosexuals came in all ages, some were teachers and preachers and others were warehouse workers. I was his boyfriend and the honor system said that other men wouldn't come after me, unless I was single.
I remember those days, I live in a senior complex, I know a couple of other homosexuals who live here. I have my comic book that was g*fted to me in the library and I like to spend time reading about homosexuals on the internet. So in return I thought I would tell a little, no names of course, to protect the innocent.
