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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 47
Gay Man In My Forties
I had a part time job after school working at a furniture place. My job was basically helping move stuff around and taking out the trash. One day I went back into the back room to get a dolly to move some furniture and I caught one of the salesmen fucking a warehouse boy in the ass. I froze and he saw me and waved me to get lost.
That changed my entire life's trajectory. I dreamt of that guy getting fucked and I lay on my bed naked with my legs apart dreaming of being fucked. I used a thick marker in my ass, but it hurt, and I found a long handled kitchen spoon which was better, because I could maneuver it with my hand. I used a hand mirror to examine my ass, and I lay on my back in front of the standing mirror behind the door to watch myself beat off, with the spoon in my ass.
My classes were big that semester and I never sat beside the same person. One would talk to you the other not. A girl named Paula talked to me, she had full size tits and didn't wear a bra. Her nipples pushed against her top. The pants she wore were very tight, and I could see the slit when she stood up and pulled her pants up before she walked out. I fucked Paula and ate her out.
But at my job my focus was on the salesman. When he went into the bathroom I followed him, and stood beside him while he peed. One day I asked him to kiss me. "Why don't you want to kiss me?" It was out of my mouth before I even thought about it. I sucked his dick in the stall. I stood over the toilet, with my hands on the plumbing while he fucked my ass. I was a good college boy, I was always available to suck his dick or take my place over the toilet in the stall.
Paula got pregnant. She never used any birth control and she hadn't told me. In those days you fucked at the drop of the hat, and one of those resulted in her being pregnant. I was 19 but she was still 18. She didn't want to go home for Thanksgiving unless she was married. She wasn't even showing, she was just like eight weeks. But you do what you have to do and we got married so she could go home. We continued to live in our own spaces and I continued to work at the store, and the more I sucked dick and got fucked the more I liked it. By then we even got together at his apartment where we could get on the bed naked and make out.
It wasn't until after Paula had the baby that I told her I was gay. We stayed married for over ten years after that. She couldn't let on, and it didn't bother me. We divorced without any arguments, I got visitation rights which was all I needed. I paid my child support and any time I had extra cash I gave it to Paula. By that time I was completely active in the gay community in town. I was the 'lover boy' of this guy who had been a cop. Paula didn't like him and didn't want him around our son. Paula didn't want our son exposed to any gay behavior or gay men.
Paula never remarried, and even today when I see her I get the urge to put her down on the bed. She lays back and lets me undress her and when I stand at the foot of the bed, she lets her legs swing open. She puts her arm around my neck, and tells me that we are still married.
That changed my entire life's trajectory. I dreamt of that guy getting fucked and I lay on my bed naked with my legs apart dreaming of being fucked. I used a thick marker in my ass, but it hurt, and I found a long handled kitchen spoon which was better, because I could maneuver it with my hand. I used a hand mirror to examine my ass, and I lay on my back in front of the standing mirror behind the door to watch myself beat off, with the spoon in my ass.
My classes were big that semester and I never sat beside the same person. One would talk to you the other not. A girl named Paula talked to me, she had full size tits and didn't wear a bra. Her nipples pushed against her top. The pants she wore were very tight, and I could see the slit when she stood up and pulled her pants up before she walked out. I fucked Paula and ate her out.
But at my job my focus was on the salesman. When he went into the bathroom I followed him, and stood beside him while he peed. One day I asked him to kiss me. "Why don't you want to kiss me?" It was out of my mouth before I even thought about it. I sucked his dick in the stall. I stood over the toilet, with my hands on the plumbing while he fucked my ass. I was a good college boy, I was always available to suck his dick or take my place over the toilet in the stall.
Paula got pregnant. She never used any birth control and she hadn't told me. In those days you fucked at the drop of the hat, and one of those resulted in her being pregnant. I was 19 but she was still 18. She didn't want to go home for Thanksgiving unless she was married. She wasn't even showing, she was just like eight weeks. But you do what you have to do and we got married so she could go home. We continued to live in our own spaces and I continued to work at the store, and the more I sucked dick and got fucked the more I liked it. By then we even got together at his apartment where we could get on the bed naked and make out.
It wasn't until after Paula had the baby that I told her I was gay. We stayed married for over ten years after that. She couldn't let on, and it didn't bother me. We divorced without any arguments, I got visitation rights which was all I needed. I paid my child support and any time I had extra cash I gave it to Paula. By that time I was completely active in the gay community in town. I was the 'lover boy' of this guy who had been a cop. Paula didn't like him and didn't want him around our son. Paula didn't want our son exposed to any gay behavior or gay men.
Paula never remarried, and even today when I see her I get the urge to put her down on the bed. She lays back and lets me undress her and when I stand at the foot of the bed, she lets her legs swing open. She puts her arm around my neck, and tells me that we are still married.
