I Was Born A Queer And Still Am A Queer And Have Not Apologies For It

Some stuff from days gone by. My father was a stevedore on the waterfront, died of what they said was a perforated ulcer. No life insurance, no savings, we were soon out on the street. We went to live with my grandparents, in a three bedroom house. My grandparents were not well off and my mother had to get a job. She got a job working for the County Judge, where she didn't have to deal with people.

I was thirteen when a member of our church started feeling me up and kissing me in the backroom where they stored boxes. I wasn't scared, I liked being touched and kissed and I liked sucking and kissing his cock. He got me to let him fuck me, he did use some sort of lube but I don't know what. I was man hungry or something like that.

After I finished high school I went to a trade school to learn how to weld. To get my welder's license. The man who ran the school was tough and he pushed me around. One day he grabbed my face and I waited for his kiss. He knew that, and called me a 'queer', but he kissed me and I sucked his cock for him, and he fucked me. It was funny to me that he called me a queer but he was a queer too, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't queer, he just liked boys.

I got a job welding for a shipbuilder and made good wages. There were lots of guys working there who like a queer sucking their cock. Some, but not all, liked fucking queers. I liked that too so I got along. I never tried to cover up that I was a queer. I was ready when they were, and i sucked cock in public. I liked men watching me.

When I was 28 I moved to the west coast, where I heard that queers had it better. There were a whole lot of queers out there, all dressed funny, talking funny. I never got along with them and I didn't imitate them either. My sort of thing was men who worked on the waterfront. I sucked cock behind every sort of equipment, and down in the hold. I bent over and took it, from men that had just come in from being at sea. I never went for Philippinos or Indonesians, or men like that. I was a queer, I don't deny it, but to me a man had to be a man, big, heavy, strong, with a foot long cock.

I settled down a while ago with a 'friend' who shares some of my queer delights. He's a retired plumber from Loma Linda and likes to be on top. We are not lovers, or anything like that. We are just two old queers, he likes to go out and see what he can find behind a dumpster or in the park. I like a man who wants a queer to fuck.