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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 72
Memories Of An Old Gay Man
When I was in college I rented a garage apartment from this widow. She was quiet and let me use the washer and dryer, but we had very little contact. One evening out of curiosity I went up into the attic over the garage to look around, and found three boxes with 'old pictures'. I rifled through them and found this one large envelope with several obviously gay porn pictures in black and white. I recognized the subject, it was the widow's husband from some time in the past.
There were 8 pictures, a couple were frontal nudes, several were risqué, and one was a close up of his cock in full erection. Among the risque photos he was the one being kissed or had a dick up his ass. I hid the pictures, but would go back to them over and over.
In one of the conversations I had with my landlord she told me that in his youth her husband had been a photographer during the war. She showed me some albums of that time, all pictures of young men in uniform, or maybe not completely in uniform. Some pictures were totally naked men. I went through them, this man was gay and he was taking pictures of other gay men.
Men with their arms around each other and some pictures of two men about to kiss. I asked her if I could keep the albums, I was interested in the war. I took them upstairs and found every thing selected, but in a sleeve in one of the albums were pictures of men with dicks in their mouth, or with dicks up their ass. These were 4X4, black and white.
After my graduation, the widow was going to be moved into a nursing home and I decided to burn all the pictures, every last one. Nothing anyone would care to have, memories of some long gone gay man.
I went on to suck on a man's dick, to have man's dick up my ass. Pictures of me kissing another man. These were taken by instamatic cameras. I kept a few for a long time, before burning them too. But it is those pictures up in the attic that I remember the most. Those pictures helped me transition over, allow myself to be gay.
There were 8 pictures, a couple were frontal nudes, several were risqué, and one was a close up of his cock in full erection. Among the risque photos he was the one being kissed or had a dick up his ass. I hid the pictures, but would go back to them over and over.
In one of the conversations I had with my landlord she told me that in his youth her husband had been a photographer during the war. She showed me some albums of that time, all pictures of young men in uniform, or maybe not completely in uniform. Some pictures were totally naked men. I went through them, this man was gay and he was taking pictures of other gay men.
Men with their arms around each other and some pictures of two men about to kiss. I asked her if I could keep the albums, I was interested in the war. I took them upstairs and found every thing selected, but in a sleeve in one of the albums were pictures of men with dicks in their mouth, or with dicks up their ass. These were 4X4, black and white.
After my graduation, the widow was going to be moved into a nursing home and I decided to burn all the pictures, every last one. Nothing anyone would care to have, memories of some long gone gay man.
I went on to suck on a man's dick, to have man's dick up my ass. Pictures of me kissing another man. These were taken by instamatic cameras. I kept a few for a long time, before burning them too. But it is those pictures up in the attic that I remember the most. Those pictures helped me transition over, allow myself to be gay.
