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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 56
What Comes Around Goes Around, The Carrousel Never Stops
In the early days of the internet you could find things that today are relegated to the dark web. I was a mid thirties closeted gay man looking for love in all the wrong places. I tripped across this web site and it had a chat site. I got on the site and found myself chatting with this man from Lubbock Texas.
One day he looked me up on the chat site and said that he was going to be in town and wanted to know if we could hook up. I met him at this restaurant and we had lunch. He was unimpressive. His business was water wells for the dry country. A family business. Mid thirties and like me closeted. I went with him back to his motel and there wasn't any closet there. I had my first sexual encounter with a man.
I felt bad. It is like the worst let down ever. I went home to my apartment thinking I was the biggest fool there was. Yes, I regretted it.
Several months later I was at a diner I frequented for Saturday brunch. My usual was sitting at the counter and talking with the staff. A man sat beside me, he started a conversation. He was from out of town on a deposition. He talked and I had to listen. When he was done, he got up and he tapped my 'ass'. "Coming?"
Like a lamb led to slaughter I followed. He was staying at the La Quinta in a room in the back. He was big, taller heavier than me. He was into the real stuff, he wanted 'sex'. For the second time in my life I was fucked. Only this time it was for real. He fucked me and I knew it.
It is many years later, I'm in my fifties now and I live a quiet life. I'm not so much in the closet as I'm not visible. I don't like that scene. I met a young man the other night, we talked and I thought that maybe he would want to come with me. He was scared, I could see it in his eyes. First time? I asked him. I tried to be 'gentle', but you can't be gentle and fuck a young man. It doesn't work like that. I know the feeling, he just has to work that out with himself.
One day he looked me up on the chat site and said that he was going to be in town and wanted to know if we could hook up. I met him at this restaurant and we had lunch. He was unimpressive. His business was water wells for the dry country. A family business. Mid thirties and like me closeted. I went with him back to his motel and there wasn't any closet there. I had my first sexual encounter with a man.
I felt bad. It is like the worst let down ever. I went home to my apartment thinking I was the biggest fool there was. Yes, I regretted it.
Several months later I was at a diner I frequented for Saturday brunch. My usual was sitting at the counter and talking with the staff. A man sat beside me, he started a conversation. He was from out of town on a deposition. He talked and I had to listen. When he was done, he got up and he tapped my 'ass'. "Coming?"
Like a lamb led to slaughter I followed. He was staying at the La Quinta in a room in the back. He was big, taller heavier than me. He was into the real stuff, he wanted 'sex'. For the second time in my life I was fucked. Only this time it was for real. He fucked me and I knew it.
It is many years later, I'm in my fifties now and I live a quiet life. I'm not so much in the closet as I'm not visible. I don't like that scene. I met a young man the other night, we talked and I thought that maybe he would want to come with me. He was scared, I could see it in his eyes. First time? I asked him. I tried to be 'gentle', but you can't be gentle and fuck a young man. It doesn't work like that. I know the feeling, he just has to work that out with himself.
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