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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 74
Those Were The Days My Friend...
Where we lived it was fairly rural. The big city was an hour away, but we hardly went there. I had my liberty on my bicycle and rode everywhere. It was the way that kids got around. I was slight, small frame and a late bloomer, no facial hair to speak of. I had odd jobs but really I was free to spend the summer days doing nothing. I turned fourteen and on my birthday I went for a ride over by the electric generating plant. I stood there, in the shade of the trees and masturbated. I could produce a lot of semen and could shoot a good four or five feet away. It was my first outdoor experience and it felt liberating, my first taste of that feeling.
It became a bad habit and I went up there every chance I got, lowered my pants down to my feet, and jacked off in the air. One day, while I was busy jacking off this man grabbed me from behind and fought me to the ground, He was without his pants and he had a hard on and he got me to where I couldn't move and he 'skewered' me, all the way in and he fucked me until he was done. When he got up he spit on my bare ass and called me a pervert.
The problem with that was that I wanted it again. I dreamed about it and had wet dreams and had to hide my underwear. It was impossible not to dream about it. I noticed that my mother had put a towel between the mattress and the sheets, but by then the mattress was totally stained.
On one ride a year later I went back behind where the railcars offloaded and there was a yardman pissing behind a load of lumber. I walked over to him and caught him off guard and he asked me what I was looking at. I offered to jerk him off and suck him. He looked around and we went behind this shack and I jerked him off and gave him my first blowjob. I told him he could fuck me if he wanted to but he wasn't interested. To just come around and he would let me jack him off and suck him. Eventually I convinced him to fuck me. It was the same feeling. I wanted him to fuck me every time I saw him.
But being a rural community it wasn't easy to find men to have sex with. I mostly masturbated, of course in bed at night and I came into the bed with the towel under me, and I masturbated outdoors when I felt like doing it. I finished at the local high school and my mother insisted that I go into the Army to become a man and learn a trade. Well the Army was full of men, of all ages and a few liked having their cocks jerked on and sucked and some like to stick their cocks in my ass. But truthfully anything in the Army was so against the rules that it didn't happen often.
After the Army, I had learned Radio communications and repair and maintenance, and worked at a Radio store that fixed radios of all kinds. In those days the long distance communications by the ranches was by two way radio. I build my own short wave and found a man in Finland who liked to talk dirty. We had long conversations using our call signs and we talked gay sex, and for sure sometimes someone would tune in and listen. Of course we never met, so it was all about jerking off talking gay sex with him. I did get around, since I lived in the city, and I knew where the gay men hung out and was open to being picked up by a man in a Buick or a Cadillac. I dressed the part and wore pink panties, to show them that I was a fag an open to anal.
I got busted one night, for solicitation, and the pink panties got me in jail. After that I had a record, as a homo and a male prostitute. I didn't care, I was a homo and I was a prostitute. And I wore pink panties.
It became a bad habit and I went up there every chance I got, lowered my pants down to my feet, and jacked off in the air. One day, while I was busy jacking off this man grabbed me from behind and fought me to the ground, He was without his pants and he had a hard on and he got me to where I couldn't move and he 'skewered' me, all the way in and he fucked me until he was done. When he got up he spit on my bare ass and called me a pervert.
The problem with that was that I wanted it again. I dreamed about it and had wet dreams and had to hide my underwear. It was impossible not to dream about it. I noticed that my mother had put a towel between the mattress and the sheets, but by then the mattress was totally stained.
On one ride a year later I went back behind where the railcars offloaded and there was a yardman pissing behind a load of lumber. I walked over to him and caught him off guard and he asked me what I was looking at. I offered to jerk him off and suck him. He looked around and we went behind this shack and I jerked him off and gave him my first blowjob. I told him he could fuck me if he wanted to but he wasn't interested. To just come around and he would let me jack him off and suck him. Eventually I convinced him to fuck me. It was the same feeling. I wanted him to fuck me every time I saw him.
But being a rural community it wasn't easy to find men to have sex with. I mostly masturbated, of course in bed at night and I came into the bed with the towel under me, and I masturbated outdoors when I felt like doing it. I finished at the local high school and my mother insisted that I go into the Army to become a man and learn a trade. Well the Army was full of men, of all ages and a few liked having their cocks jerked on and sucked and some like to stick their cocks in my ass. But truthfully anything in the Army was so against the rules that it didn't happen often.
After the Army, I had learned Radio communications and repair and maintenance, and worked at a Radio store that fixed radios of all kinds. In those days the long distance communications by the ranches was by two way radio. I build my own short wave and found a man in Finland who liked to talk dirty. We had long conversations using our call signs and we talked gay sex, and for sure sometimes someone would tune in and listen. Of course we never met, so it was all about jerking off talking gay sex with him. I did get around, since I lived in the city, and I knew where the gay men hung out and was open to being picked up by a man in a Buick or a Cadillac. I dressed the part and wore pink panties, to show them that I was a fag an open to anal.
I got busted one night, for solicitation, and the pink panties got me in jail. After that I had a record, as a homo and a male prostitute. I didn't care, I was a homo and I was a prostitute. And I wore pink panties.
