Gay Male / 36
That Feeling That Just Won't Go Away
Across from my house is an old abandoned house that is falling on itself. Neighborhood kids play hide and seek there, as adults it is a danger. We petitioned the county to be able to pull it down, we would do it as neighbors, but property rights didn't let us . We never were able to get it condemned.
One day my son, who was seven, went in there. He found this stack of old magazines that were hidden there by teenagers. These were old magazines of naked men and gay sex, some explicit but others were just hunks naked. My son didn't think much of them, but they brought back memories of my days as a teenager.
It was my brother that was into the gay scene. He was in the thespian group in high school. He liked certain types and the magazines reflected that. Blonde boys with naked penis. Blonde boys showing ass crack. Blonde boys at the beach playing volley ball. My brother was a fanatic. As he got older he got magazines of gay sex, well, stills of men with their pricks stuck up a boy's ass or in his mouth. Now, I was older and father and I got tremendous hardon's from the magazines. I had wet dreams, I kept them close and flipped through them.
The difference in the generations is the internet. At first I looked up those old magazines, then looked up gay naked pictures. Then I looked up gay naked sex videos. Then I dreamed of being in the videos. Surrounded by pricks, in my mouth, in my hand, up my ass. Vivid wet dreams.
I found a video that I watched over and over again. The man doing the fucking reminded me of my old principal in high school. The boy reminded me of being a high schooler. It all fit it, those feelings of being attracted to Mr. Avalon.
I went out one night, I'm divorced and my son lives with his mother. I went out one night and decided to cruise the gay scene. I drove up and down slowly, catching the gays on the street and the boys holding hands. I went home and masturbated to my magazines. I went back to the gay scene, once or twice a week, just slowly driving the drag. One of the places that stayed open late is a pizza place and that Thursday I stopped and went in. It was half empty or half full and I took a place at the counter. I could see the gay boys at their tables, some playing handsy and others talking. The waiter a big guy and I ordered a pizza.
I left the pizza place and walked the gay strip. Looking into bars and tattoo windows. I passed gays with their arms around their shoulders, a couple of lesbians. At this corner was a man standing. I stood there with him waiting for the light to cross over. He looked at me and asked me if I was lonely. I looked at him, he reminded me of Mr. Avalon. I went with him and had my first real life experience. I followed my feelings and gave into it. After we got dressed he didn't look at all like Mr. Avalon.
I have my magazines, I have the internet. And from time to time I go down to the gay scene. I'm mostly a lurker, I like watching the gay scene, there are more lesbians than I give credit for. Once in a while I get lucky and wake up with the memory of a prick up my ass and the taste of cum in my mouth. But mostly I'm a lurker, it takes a lot for me to participate, but I'm getting better.
One day my son, who was seven, went in there. He found this stack of old magazines that were hidden there by teenagers. These were old magazines of naked men and gay sex, some explicit but others were just hunks naked. My son didn't think much of them, but they brought back memories of my days as a teenager.
It was my brother that was into the gay scene. He was in the thespian group in high school. He liked certain types and the magazines reflected that. Blonde boys with naked penis. Blonde boys showing ass crack. Blonde boys at the beach playing volley ball. My brother was a fanatic. As he got older he got magazines of gay sex, well, stills of men with their pricks stuck up a boy's ass or in his mouth. Now, I was older and father and I got tremendous hardon's from the magazines. I had wet dreams, I kept them close and flipped through them.
The difference in the generations is the internet. At first I looked up those old magazines, then looked up gay naked pictures. Then I looked up gay naked sex videos. Then I dreamed of being in the videos. Surrounded by pricks, in my mouth, in my hand, up my ass. Vivid wet dreams.
I found a video that I watched over and over again. The man doing the fucking reminded me of my old principal in high school. The boy reminded me of being a high schooler. It all fit it, those feelings of being attracted to Mr. Avalon.
I went out one night, I'm divorced and my son lives with his mother. I went out one night and decided to cruise the gay scene. I drove up and down slowly, catching the gays on the street and the boys holding hands. I went home and masturbated to my magazines. I went back to the gay scene, once or twice a week, just slowly driving the drag. One of the places that stayed open late is a pizza place and that Thursday I stopped and went in. It was half empty or half full and I took a place at the counter. I could see the gay boys at their tables, some playing handsy and others talking. The waiter a big guy and I ordered a pizza.
I left the pizza place and walked the gay strip. Looking into bars and tattoo windows. I passed gays with their arms around their shoulders, a couple of lesbians. At this corner was a man standing. I stood there with him waiting for the light to cross over. He looked at me and asked me if I was lonely. I looked at him, he reminded me of Mr. Avalon. I went with him and had my first real life experience. I followed my feelings and gave into it. After we got dressed he didn't look at all like Mr. Avalon.
I have my magazines, I have the internet. And from time to time I go down to the gay scene. I'm mostly a lurker, I like watching the gay scene, there are more lesbians than I give credit for. Once in a while I get lucky and wake up with the memory of a prick up my ass and the taste of cum in my mouth. But mostly I'm a lurker, it takes a lot for me to participate, but I'm getting better.
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