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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 31
Found Out That I'm Gay Or Something Like That
I had a best friend during my elementary school days. His family moved and we didn't see or talk to each other until after high school when we found ourselves on FB. He was enrolled to a small liberal arts school in Connecticut and I was headed to State, in state education with student debt and a worthwhile degree plan. We agreed to meet after all those years and met in NYC, midpoint between us.
He was 'obviously' gay. I mean 'gay', like sissy gay. He was small, with small shoulders and wore a sweater and tight skinny jeans above his ankles. He spoke with a feigned lisp and waived his hands all around. He asked me if I was disappointed. I said no, not disappointed, more like shocked, really.
What got over me is a mystery, I fucked him. I mean fucked him, as hard as I could. I wanted to break him, to show him that I was a man, not a queer or sissy or gay. I fucked him twice. He didn't object, he 'asked for more'. He washed my dick after sex, and refused to dress laying naked with me. He spent some time 'making love' to my dick. That was why I fucked him twice that night in that hotel room.
I didn't kiss him until I was fucking him for the second time, this time he was in the missionary position, and he pulled me down by the neck to kiss. He told me he loved me, always had. I told him he was gay, what did he expect from me. That night, in that hotel room in NYC I found out that gay goes both ways. True, his sissy aspect drove me away, but the desire to fuck him brought me back to him. I told him I didn't want him acting so gay, I didn't want to be flagged that way. But in NYC it wasn't an issue, everyone everywhere was some sort of something they weren't. One woman stood beside me on Broadway totally naked except for paint and running shows.
We kissed and fucked, and when we said goodbye it wasn't an easy goodbye. I went up to Connecticut several times that semester, he was in his element there and he showed off that he had a boyfriend. I learned that among that type, being kissed in public is a right of passage and so was open PDA.
I live in Virginian and he lives with me. We have a house and he is a stay at home househusband. He dabbles in painting and likes the art scene. I work for the government with my degree in statistics. He wants to be called 'darling' of all things, why not just Pete, and he calls me 'honey'. A trip home to my folks and their clan is awkward but they 'understand'. He's the one with the word 'husband' and I use the word PETE.
Bottom line, is that I'm as queer as he is, but better. I love to kiss with him and fuck him. And he loves to be kissed and fucked. And that's what it is, isn't it? You just got to know what you are and not fake it.
He was 'obviously' gay. I mean 'gay', like sissy gay. He was small, with small shoulders and wore a sweater and tight skinny jeans above his ankles. He spoke with a feigned lisp and waived his hands all around. He asked me if I was disappointed. I said no, not disappointed, more like shocked, really.
What got over me is a mystery, I fucked him. I mean fucked him, as hard as I could. I wanted to break him, to show him that I was a man, not a queer or sissy or gay. I fucked him twice. He didn't object, he 'asked for more'. He washed my dick after sex, and refused to dress laying naked with me. He spent some time 'making love' to my dick. That was why I fucked him twice that night in that hotel room.
I didn't kiss him until I was fucking him for the second time, this time he was in the missionary position, and he pulled me down by the neck to kiss. He told me he loved me, always had. I told him he was gay, what did he expect from me. That night, in that hotel room in NYC I found out that gay goes both ways. True, his sissy aspect drove me away, but the desire to fuck him brought me back to him. I told him I didn't want him acting so gay, I didn't want to be flagged that way. But in NYC it wasn't an issue, everyone everywhere was some sort of something they weren't. One woman stood beside me on Broadway totally naked except for paint and running shows.
We kissed and fucked, and when we said goodbye it wasn't an easy goodbye. I went up to Connecticut several times that semester, he was in his element there and he showed off that he had a boyfriend. I learned that among that type, being kissed in public is a right of passage and so was open PDA.
I live in Virginian and he lives with me. We have a house and he is a stay at home househusband. He dabbles in painting and likes the art scene. I work for the government with my degree in statistics. He wants to be called 'darling' of all things, why not just Pete, and he calls me 'honey'. A trip home to my folks and their clan is awkward but they 'understand'. He's the one with the word 'husband' and I use the word PETE.
Bottom line, is that I'm as queer as he is, but better. I love to kiss with him and fuck him. And he loves to be kissed and fucked. And that's what it is, isn't it? You just got to know what you are and not fake it.
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