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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 68
Recounting My Life A Little Now That I'm Old And Decrepit
My true confession is that as far back as I remember I had gay thoughts and feelings. I don't think I ever had a crush or anything like it, it was more of desire to touch a cock or have my cock touched. At least in junior high and high school. I did touch a cock and he put it up against my lips, but I didn't suck him. That was in junior high after a swim meet.
Going onto college there many opportunities. I went to a liberal college and there were boys there who were so obvious it was disgusting. Sissy fagots and all that. None of that attracted me, no, I was attracted to the TA in Latin, a guy from Czechoslovakia, his name was Kazimir. Tall and dark and heavy beard. I can still imagine that cock he swung around like it was his light saber. I sucked him and it was all pleasure. Kazimir was the proverbial Alpha and he wasn't done with your until he nailed you and made you gag it was so deep inside of you. What a way to lose your virginity.
After college I taught at a high school and had to control myself with all that fine high school boy meat around me. I spent hours wondering what that one or that other one would be like, but I never initiated anything and kept my hands off of them. Strictly verboten as my gay friend told me. I sucked his dick instead. His name was Gregg and he was the Biology teacher. He liked a good suck with me on my knees, unzipped his pants and withdrew his penis. He stood with that look, thinking about anything other than the guy on his knees sucking his cock. He really liked it, and I did too. That's what made sex with him so likeable. Being the bottom, well I always ended up on the bottom, the receiving end of his manhood. I loved it.
My thirties, forties and fifties were uneventful. I never met that one person I wanted to make permanent. I was more of a try the next one, the grass is greener type. And as I said earlier, I never had a crush, a desire to have anything more than sex with them.
In my sixties and the onslaught of the pandemic I chose to retire. I had more than enough years in, and I was eligible for full retirement. The whole zoom thing wasn't my cup of tea, I needed to see the bright shiny faces in the classroom. After the world opened up I took my first and only cruise. It was a cruise of Greek islands and I met Alphonse on board, an older gentleman traveling with his daughter and her new husband.
What a swinging dick he was. I sucked his dick on the balcony of his room (he had an outboard suite) as the moon hovered above the ocean. I don't think I had ever enjoyed sucking a dick as much as I did Alphonse. Like all the men I fall for Alphonse was an Alpha, so he called the shots and I did his bidding. It was five days of delightful pleasure. But as all good things, it came to an end and I'm back at my tiny condo running errands and buying dog food.
Oh, and over Christmas I saw Godzilla. Now that big boy is an Alpha, my kind of Alpha, I got a lot out of that movie, I'm afraid I walked out a bit embarrassed. I 'peed' my pants a little.
Going onto college there many opportunities. I went to a liberal college and there were boys there who were so obvious it was disgusting. Sissy fagots and all that. None of that attracted me, no, I was attracted to the TA in Latin, a guy from Czechoslovakia, his name was Kazimir. Tall and dark and heavy beard. I can still imagine that cock he swung around like it was his light saber. I sucked him and it was all pleasure. Kazimir was the proverbial Alpha and he wasn't done with your until he nailed you and made you gag it was so deep inside of you. What a way to lose your virginity.
After college I taught at a high school and had to control myself with all that fine high school boy meat around me. I spent hours wondering what that one or that other one would be like, but I never initiated anything and kept my hands off of them. Strictly verboten as my gay friend told me. I sucked his dick instead. His name was Gregg and he was the Biology teacher. He liked a good suck with me on my knees, unzipped his pants and withdrew his penis. He stood with that look, thinking about anything other than the guy on his knees sucking his cock. He really liked it, and I did too. That's what made sex with him so likeable. Being the bottom, well I always ended up on the bottom, the receiving end of his manhood. I loved it.
My thirties, forties and fifties were uneventful. I never met that one person I wanted to make permanent. I was more of a try the next one, the grass is greener type. And as I said earlier, I never had a crush, a desire to have anything more than sex with them.
In my sixties and the onslaught of the pandemic I chose to retire. I had more than enough years in, and I was eligible for full retirement. The whole zoom thing wasn't my cup of tea, I needed to see the bright shiny faces in the classroom. After the world opened up I took my first and only cruise. It was a cruise of Greek islands and I met Alphonse on board, an older gentleman traveling with his daughter and her new husband.
What a swinging dick he was. I sucked his dick on the balcony of his room (he had an outboard suite) as the moon hovered above the ocean. I don't think I had ever enjoyed sucking a dick as much as I did Alphonse. Like all the men I fall for Alphonse was an Alpha, so he called the shots and I did his bidding. It was five days of delightful pleasure. But as all good things, it came to an end and I'm back at my tiny condo running errands and buying dog food.
Oh, and over Christmas I saw Godzilla. Now that big boy is an Alpha, my kind of Alpha, I got a lot out of that movie, I'm afraid I walked out a bit embarrassed. I 'peed' my pants a little.
