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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 56
What Strange Turns Gay People Take To Live The Way We Want To
I grew up in an upper middle class house. I was gay from day one and when I was a teen I had a terrible time with my father. My cousin, she was a bit weird and I knew she was a lesbian, married this guy. She and I had a close connection, she knew I was gay and I was probably at the time the only one who knew she had been in a sexual relationship with a teacher at her school (female teacher). She got married out of fear of being discovered. Her parents were not friendly to gays either.
From day one she hated when he had sex with her. She put up with it and did everything she could to pretend herself into a happy marriage. When he had sex with her she came to me because I was the only one that understood. But not too much about that, it was her husband who got me out of my home. He told me he knew I was gay, I walked, talked, and looked gay as hell. He made arrangements with a friend of his who had an import export business in New York and I went there to work.
New York was full of gays and I fucked and sucked and sucked and fucked. All that repressed need I could finally try to satisfy. I met a guy, also gay of course, who told me I had the looks and if I wanted her could get me into servicing old men for money. Basically a gay prostitute. The money was incredible, compared to working as a clerk in an import export office. For the following ten years I was a male hooker, on call for old men. During that time my cousin had two kids.
She and I stayed in touch and she told me that he had a secretary that he was banging and every time he did she sighed in relief. She had met this woman, also a lesbian, who had been married and also had two kids. She had financial problems and she asked her husband to help her. He did but in return he took her for sex. He had figured out a long time ago that she was a lesbian and if she was going to have a lover he was going to have her too. Between her and me, we turned 35. I was a male prostitute and she was in an affair with a woman who her husband banged too.
Life and time had changed and I was totally out with my parents, who didn't want me near or in their house, and she was still hiding her lesbian self and her lesbian relationship from her parents. Her cover was that her friend, her lover, was her husband's lover and she had to put up with it. Imagine her parents thinking that her husband had a lover he brought home and kept her there all night?
We turned 50, my father had died and I was allowed back in my mother's house. My cousin had been putting up with her husband's lover all those years. And she had become best friends with her, imagine that? Such good friends that they vacationed together and saw each other almost every day because they lived down the street from each other. And her husband, he had a reputation, always screwing a secretary (and his wife's best friend and lover too).
I made her use the lesbian word with me. Say out loud "I am a lesbian". It was so hard for her. It embarrassed her and her friend and lover didn't use the word either. She said she was special and they were the best of friends. They slept all night together but never admitted to anyone that they were getting it on behind closed doors. Her husband knew and their kids knew but it was a secret. best left unsaid.
What strange things we do. I was careful and never caught that awful disease. She has one lover, and doesn't stray. They are in love and are better than sisters, her husband paying the bills. I wonder if he knows about her high school affair with her teacher? I'm not going to bring it up.
From day one she hated when he had sex with her. She put up with it and did everything she could to pretend herself into a happy marriage. When he had sex with her she came to me because I was the only one that understood. But not too much about that, it was her husband who got me out of my home. He told me he knew I was gay, I walked, talked, and looked gay as hell. He made arrangements with a friend of his who had an import export business in New York and I went there to work.
New York was full of gays and I fucked and sucked and sucked and fucked. All that repressed need I could finally try to satisfy. I met a guy, also gay of course, who told me I had the looks and if I wanted her could get me into servicing old men for money. Basically a gay prostitute. The money was incredible, compared to working as a clerk in an import export office. For the following ten years I was a male hooker, on call for old men. During that time my cousin had two kids.
She and I stayed in touch and she told me that he had a secretary that he was banging and every time he did she sighed in relief. She had met this woman, also a lesbian, who had been married and also had two kids. She had financial problems and she asked her husband to help her. He did but in return he took her for sex. He had figured out a long time ago that she was a lesbian and if she was going to have a lover he was going to have her too. Between her and me, we turned 35. I was a male prostitute and she was in an affair with a woman who her husband banged too.
Life and time had changed and I was totally out with my parents, who didn't want me near or in their house, and she was still hiding her lesbian self and her lesbian relationship from her parents. Her cover was that her friend, her lover, was her husband's lover and she had to put up with it. Imagine her parents thinking that her husband had a lover he brought home and kept her there all night?
We turned 50, my father had died and I was allowed back in my mother's house. My cousin had been putting up with her husband's lover all those years. And she had become best friends with her, imagine that? Such good friends that they vacationed together and saw each other almost every day because they lived down the street from each other. And her husband, he had a reputation, always screwing a secretary (and his wife's best friend and lover too).
I made her use the lesbian word with me. Say out loud "I am a lesbian". It was so hard for her. It embarrassed her and her friend and lover didn't use the word either. She said she was special and they were the best of friends. They slept all night together but never admitted to anyone that they were getting it on behind closed doors. Her husband knew and their kids knew but it was a secret. best left unsaid.
What strange things we do. I was careful and never caught that awful disease. She has one lover, and doesn't stray. They are in love and are better than sisters, her husband paying the bills. I wonder if he knows about her high school affair with her teacher? I'm not going to bring it up.
