Back Then We Were Simply Queers

I was in the fourth grade at a boy's boarding school while my parents were posted overseas. Our rooms were for four and one of the boys was from a broken family and had been sent to boarding school for behavioral reasons. One night he got out of bed and came over to my bed and rubbed my face with his penis, which was erect and hard. He rubbed his penis across my lips and pushed it in as I opened my mouth. The next day he told some other boys that I sucked his penis.

In boarding school there were boys marked as queers. I was one of them and I had to be friends with the other queers. Some of the boys were very effeminate, they looked like girls, talked like girls and walked like girls. I was there because of the boy in my dorm room.

It wasn't very long after he started to push his penis in my mouth that he got on my back and poked his penis at my anus. On one of those nights the night headmaster, an old Ecuadorean man, walked in doing his check and found us like that. The night headmaster brought us both to his office and told us that what we were doing was not right and boys didn't do that with each other. He sent us back to bed. After a while he came in and sat beside me to see if I was all right. He put his hand in my pajama bottoms and rubbed my bottom with his middle finger between my cheeks rubbing my butt hole. I responded by jerking on the bed until I came and after checking to see if I had ejaculated, he gave me a small tap on my behind and left the room.

The other boys in the room were all awake and they had watched. When the night headmaster had me go to his 'room', a large office with a bed in it he had me stand beside the desk while he rubbed my bottom with his hand, from time to time pushing his finger into my hole. When that happened I opened my legs and when he got behind me I waited until he had pushed his penis in me. I was now a confirmed queer.

I spent the rest of my education years at that school, for my primary years I was the night headmaster's boy. In the upper school I was a footballer's boy. Duties included keeping his bed made and polishing his shoes and saving a seat for him in dining hall. In return he was my lover. When I left school for University he went into the Army and died in an auto accident in Rhodesia. Never had my heart been broken like that, I mourned him for the rest of my University years.

I served my employer in Hong Kong and Nairobi before returning for my further education. I was much older emotionally and my affairs were short with men that I met here and there. It wasn't proper to be a queer and everyone was in the closet. After my graduate years I went to Amsterdam and then Rome. Everywhere I went I found men who wanted to be lovers. Some were good lovers and some were not. Some were friends, many were not. I asked for a transfer to Guatemala where I met a young man, Manolo. His nickname was Margarita and it was my clue that he was queer. We became lovers and friends and Manolo stayed with me for the rest of my career, always working at some function within the company where I was stationed.

I enjoy reading about men whose lives were spent in the company of other men. Men, whether they were the hunter or the hunted. Today too much is public, in my opinion it doesn't make for a good personal relationship. Somethings are best left private.