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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 31
A Bit Of The Back Story About Being Gay In The Oregon Backwoods
When I went to grad school I found a room with another guy in the same department. He had a boyfriend, and they spent a lot of time in bed together. It was a lot of open affection, kissing, walking around naked after having sex, that sort of thing. I got a lot of 'if you try it, you might like it'. A friend of theirs was at the apartment and he got on top of me on the couch and started to hump me. He fought to get my pants off, and my roommate and his boyfriend got involved to help him. I was held down while he worked his lube up my ass, and then got on me and fucked me.
Now I was one of them. I had to suck dick, because he was older and the top and I was the bottom. He slept with me, meaning he had sex with me, and stayed the night afterwards. There was a lot of kissing and manhandling, and after a while I went along with it. Then we started to have missionary sex, with a lot of kissing that went along with it.
I finished grad school and got a job teaching at this junior college in my home town. He went his way, to Oregon to be a backwoods gay man. I married a high school friend and settled down for the duration. Her dream was being a stay at home mom and she used the allowance she got from her grandfather's will so she didn't have to work. All was well that ends well and I was settled in and part of the community now that we were adults with a family.
I walked out of the building to my car one afternoon and he was standing there. He looked like Jeremiah Johnson. He's big, and he was tanned and had a half beard. He told me had come for me, to take me back with him. I told him I was married, had kids, a job. But that didn't seem to affect him. I got 'royally' fucked. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
The long and short of it is that I live in Oregon with him, and divorced my wife and she got the kids. I work as a tutor and don't make much money, but send what I can when I get some. I think of that time back in grad school. I really didn't realize that I wasn't just playing along with him. I know that now. I'm gay.
Now I was one of them. I had to suck dick, because he was older and the top and I was the bottom. He slept with me, meaning he had sex with me, and stayed the night afterwards. There was a lot of kissing and manhandling, and after a while I went along with it. Then we started to have missionary sex, with a lot of kissing that went along with it.
I finished grad school and got a job teaching at this junior college in my home town. He went his way, to Oregon to be a backwoods gay man. I married a high school friend and settled down for the duration. Her dream was being a stay at home mom and she used the allowance she got from her grandfather's will so she didn't have to work. All was well that ends well and I was settled in and part of the community now that we were adults with a family.
I walked out of the building to my car one afternoon and he was standing there. He looked like Jeremiah Johnson. He's big, and he was tanned and had a half beard. He told me had come for me, to take me back with him. I told him I was married, had kids, a job. But that didn't seem to affect him. I got 'royally' fucked. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
The long and short of it is that I live in Oregon with him, and divorced my wife and she got the kids. I work as a tutor and don't make much money, but send what I can when I get some. I think of that time back in grad school. I really didn't realize that I wasn't just playing along with him. I know that now. I'm gay.
