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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 62
A Walk Through The Garden Of Memories
I have had all my life a desire from time to time to have sex with other men. Since my younger days I have always favored older men. Never hard nosed gay men, more men who live quiet lives. My first full sexual experience was in college with a Political Science professor. After a while I found out that I wasn't his only one, he invited other students to his place to introduce them to his kind of fun. I enjoyed his kind of fun, don't get me wrong, most guys who went there enjoyed his kind of fun.
In grad school I met another student, he was an heir to a fortune. He was also a bit of a later day hippy, wore his hair long and dressed the part. He was a year further along than I was. I sucked him for an hour and bent over the work table in the lab and he spent a good amount of time fucking me to his pleasure. What I remember most about him was his hairy legs and the hair up between his butt cheeks. I learned from him the pleasure of rimming out another man, while holding on to his hard cock with my hand. He, more than anyone, taught me 'gay' sex. He is also the first man I had long sessions making out and just being romantic.
Out happened when someone 'outed' you, and we were careful. We did kiss profusely, I do think he was my first truly romantic lover. I also learned that some gay men were all male and other gay me like me were all sissy. I loved being the 'girl' when I was with him.
The following years were troubled. The whole gay scene had become fixated on activism and fetishes. I felt uncomfortable and didn't participate. I met men from time to time, but was mostly quiet. It wasn't until I was in my mid fifties that a met a man who truly got to me. He was a quiet man, he ran a home decor franchise. I met him because at the time I was selling insurance. How it evolved is always a bit interesting. Was it the look, or the swagger, was it his bulge. What was it? The truth is that I don't know, he put his arm around me to walk me to the door after signing up for a policy. He held me with his arm, I could feel the warmth of his body. If ever I wanted to be kissed it was that afternoon. It was a long kiss, a long hot kiss.
We live together, I work freelance selling policies, not making enough money. His franchise does well and he provides the house and car and spending money. I do my 'girl' part and keep up with the house and the laundry. I actually love it, I love vacuuming and cleaning. I'm a good housekeeper and I can cook half way decently. He gave me a pair of panties for my birthday, so I wear panties for him. He wants feminine, that's me, I love playing the part of a girl.
In grad school I met another student, he was an heir to a fortune. He was also a bit of a later day hippy, wore his hair long and dressed the part. He was a year further along than I was. I sucked him for an hour and bent over the work table in the lab and he spent a good amount of time fucking me to his pleasure. What I remember most about him was his hairy legs and the hair up between his butt cheeks. I learned from him the pleasure of rimming out another man, while holding on to his hard cock with my hand. He, more than anyone, taught me 'gay' sex. He is also the first man I had long sessions making out and just being romantic.
Out happened when someone 'outed' you, and we were careful. We did kiss profusely, I do think he was my first truly romantic lover. I also learned that some gay men were all male and other gay me like me were all sissy. I loved being the 'girl' when I was with him.
The following years were troubled. The whole gay scene had become fixated on activism and fetishes. I felt uncomfortable and didn't participate. I met men from time to time, but was mostly quiet. It wasn't until I was in my mid fifties that a met a man who truly got to me. He was a quiet man, he ran a home decor franchise. I met him because at the time I was selling insurance. How it evolved is always a bit interesting. Was it the look, or the swagger, was it his bulge. What was it? The truth is that I don't know, he put his arm around me to walk me to the door after signing up for a policy. He held me with his arm, I could feel the warmth of his body. If ever I wanted to be kissed it was that afternoon. It was a long kiss, a long hot kiss.
We live together, I work freelance selling policies, not making enough money. His franchise does well and he provides the house and car and spending money. I do my 'girl' part and keep up with the house and the laundry. I actually love it, I love vacuuming and cleaning. I'm a good housekeeper and I can cook half way decently. He gave me a pair of panties for my birthday, so I wear panties for him. He wants feminine, that's me, I love playing the part of a girl.
