The Secret Homosexual Club

Deep dark secret. A long time ago I worked for a man in a furniture store. He grabbed me by the crotch and kissed me and put me on my knees to suck his dick. He had a very hard dick, and I held in my fist and sensations went through me. When I put his dick in my mouth I felt like I was going to pee in my pants. That afternoon I became a member of the homosexual club in town.

It was a secret society. Young men like me were lovers of older men like the man that owned the store, and they didn't share. Not that they didn't play around, I was a good boy and he took care of me, gave me money and clothes and dressed me like a mannequin at the store. I learned how to suck and make love to his dick and I learned that he was the man and I was his boy. Sex when it happened was out of this world. I wanted sex all the time but he preferred kissing and holding my dick and having me hold his dick and suck him. I learned how to get him to cum in my mouth. Skills that homosexuals needed to know.

There was a girl named Marie. She liked the way I dressed, and that my hair was always combed. She showed me her titties one day, pulled her blouse away from her chest and I looked down. Her nipples were dark brown and looked like pencil erasers. Her pussy was a big bush, with a wet pink slit in the middle when she spread her legs apart. She was a horny little bitch, that's what she called herself, and she liked to get fucked. I fucked her, although I preferred to be naked with the man.

Marie didn't take care of herself and we were married at the Presbyterian Church and the reception was at the country club. She had a premature seven pound four ounce baby boy six and half months after we were married. Girls in her family tended towards premature babies, particularly their first. Her father owned the Buick dealership and I went to work there. I started in the office, then sales, then back in the shop. I had to learn all the positions, Marie didn't have any brothers.

Now and then I ran into one of the men I knew to be a homosexual. and they knew me to be a homosexual. But the rule was that you kept your mouth shut. No one ever talked. If you talked, they talked and you were exposed. So mum was the word. We had homosexual parties, my wife thought I was going to a civic association meeting. I had this thing, still have this thing, I love to hold a hard dick in my hand before sucking it down. Not just any man had me over the barrel, I had to like the man well enough and have a good reputation. But I bent over the barrel often enough. We, the twenty somethings, were the ones that bent over the barrel, in case you are wondering.

Things changed slowly, the furniture store closed down after the man had to retire. No one to take it over. The bank President sold the bank to a large chain and the Buick dealership moved out of downtown. I was the manager and my father in law retired. He was still the Chairman of the Board, but I ran the day to day at the dealership. Our competition was Cadillac and they cornered the black market. Come to think about it, back then there were no blacks in the homosexual club. At least no one ever admitted to it. I'm sure there was a black homosexual club.

The period from when I was in my twenties till now has seen a lot of changes. A lot of homosexuals are out there, waving the flag. That's not how we were raised. Homosexuals stayed in the shadows, where it was the most fun. A wife and a business that depended on reputation, two sons who grew up to become engineers in the auto industry. Being a homosexual wasn't really what you wanted on your tombstone. It's a secret society. I am a founding member now, which means I get first choice on any new homosexual boy that joins the club. Especially if he has a hard dick, I like that in a young man.