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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 39
Leaving The Gay Fantasy World And How The World Really Is
Let's talk about the realities, and not the make believe. I went to a normal school, not big and not small. At the school I started to hang out with Steve. After school I started to have sexual explorations with Steve, which culminated in anal intercourse. We were in the eleventh grade, and our heat was at it's max. I know today that I was not in 'love', we were in heat. Steve would go away to a college, and I went away to another college and we each went our own way.
In college I had several close encounters. I found that I did better responding, I just didn't have that aggressive gene. One of the guys I hung out with insisted that I wear panties when we went out, a habit that has never really gone away. My college experience did not include outward gay lifestyles. Those of us who were so inclined had our own little group, it was just us boys. I was a cock slut, and sucked off a lot of different guys before I graduated.
There is a big difference between being a high school or college aged gay looking for love in all the wrong places. Now as a mid twenties gay I had to contend with the wide wide world of gay men, and not all of them were nice. I had my feelings hurt a lot. Gay sex yes, but gay love no. Actually I wasn't even falling in love. I was a slut, I knew where the gay boys go and that's where I went, to suck cock, to be fucked. At least I insisted on condoms, but that wasn't always the case. A friend of mine, sort of friend, got AIDS that was the end of my slutting around.
For ten years I did not have any sexual encounters. I turned in on myself, masturbations, and fantasies played out on the internet. I had a collection of dildos I acquired here and there. I wore my panties and went out to gay bars, but didn't hook up. At work I made a gay friend, he worked in the insurance department. One night after work he suggested we go get a beer (I don't like beer) but I went. It was a door in a strip mall with on name. Dark and foreboding, the music was soft, and a few men were there. As the evening went along more men showed up, office men mostly, and there were men dancing. My friend asked me to dance. I was 35 and I was in the arms of a man. He kissed me on the dance floor. The rest you can imagine, I ended up in his bed.
It was very hard for me to settle into a relationship, to play my part. He is a quiet thug, it's bend or get bent over. He's messy and if I don't make the bed it doesn't get made. If he wakes up and wants a certain shirt and it's not ironed he gets mad. He likes his eggs just right, not too runny. After living alone for ten years I need the place to be nice and clean and made up. I brought my vacuum with me. It's not a relationship of equals, he's the one with the balls. His best time, is taking me around the middle and pulling me to him, masturbating against my back, before having anal intercourse with me. If I forgot to lube up, well that's my problem, not his. I always have lube handy.
In college I had several close encounters. I found that I did better responding, I just didn't have that aggressive gene. One of the guys I hung out with insisted that I wear panties when we went out, a habit that has never really gone away. My college experience did not include outward gay lifestyles. Those of us who were so inclined had our own little group, it was just us boys. I was a cock slut, and sucked off a lot of different guys before I graduated.
There is a big difference between being a high school or college aged gay looking for love in all the wrong places. Now as a mid twenties gay I had to contend with the wide wide world of gay men, and not all of them were nice. I had my feelings hurt a lot. Gay sex yes, but gay love no. Actually I wasn't even falling in love. I was a slut, I knew where the gay boys go and that's where I went, to suck cock, to be fucked. At least I insisted on condoms, but that wasn't always the case. A friend of mine, sort of friend, got AIDS that was the end of my slutting around.
For ten years I did not have any sexual encounters. I turned in on myself, masturbations, and fantasies played out on the internet. I had a collection of dildos I acquired here and there. I wore my panties and went out to gay bars, but didn't hook up. At work I made a gay friend, he worked in the insurance department. One night after work he suggested we go get a beer (I don't like beer) but I went. It was a door in a strip mall with on name. Dark and foreboding, the music was soft, and a few men were there. As the evening went along more men showed up, office men mostly, and there were men dancing. My friend asked me to dance. I was 35 and I was in the arms of a man. He kissed me on the dance floor. The rest you can imagine, I ended up in his bed.
It was very hard for me to settle into a relationship, to play my part. He is a quiet thug, it's bend or get bent over. He's messy and if I don't make the bed it doesn't get made. If he wakes up and wants a certain shirt and it's not ironed he gets mad. He likes his eggs just right, not too runny. After living alone for ten years I need the place to be nice and clean and made up. I brought my vacuum with me. It's not a relationship of equals, he's the one with the balls. His best time, is taking me around the middle and pulling me to him, masturbating against my back, before having anal intercourse with me. If I forgot to lube up, well that's my problem, not his. I always have lube handy.
